I tell you details about my life
I tell you things
I’ve not told anyone else before
not told to anyone
I don’t know if you know this to be true
When I look at you
When I’m telling you
I hope so
and quickly, maybe always ‘believe so’,
too
That penetrating eye-contact
The look saying those three, most important words
I, understand, you.
A look, suggesting
somewhere, invisible to everyone
and unexplainable to anyone else,
there’s a connection
A simple spark of light
Brinkinfield 