There are questions to which
there are no answers
such as why
I feel your eyes in a crowded room
as if our pupils are connected by invisible strings
that pull
and tense
and hold tight.
And then I wonder how is it that
a glimpse of you -
no, not even -
delivers shocks so erratic
silencing the background noise
erasing all thoughts of anything else
muting even the rush of hot
hot
burning
scalding
blood.