Perfectly round, an anti pupil
roving slowly across the sky—
I can feel you rising
if I stare long enough.
Your gravity is attractive.
Loose. Only a whisper from this
distance, a potential lover
making secret eye contact
across the room.
You think I am not aware
of you—oh but darling,
darling! how wrong you are.
You are all I can think of
here at this dark party.
A quarter century is how long
I have been looking at you.
And all that time, while
I have been dancing, dancing
for you, from afar, from within—
you have been watching me too.