I want to look at you without saying a word
I want to look in you without uttering a whisper
I want to peer into the abyss of those dark pools
And dance on its surface
I want to bathe in its gaze
In its inquiry
In its acceptance
I want to swallow the sounds and symbols and silence
And revel in the absolute distance
between you and me

And perhaps,
In that quiet
Interrupted by anxious laughter,
At first.
And then, toe dips
In those sparkling pools.
Submerging,
Reforming into
Something new,
Prepared for,
Even, floods,
That may spill
Over.