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.