I . . . catch . . . your glance. Is it . . . accidental? I look down . . . towards my glass. And count to three. A second glance. That's . . . no mistake. I . . . caught you. But you . . . don’t . . . look down. You're dragging my eyes . . . across the space. My Heart hammering against my ribs. Cutting . . . through the crowd. No polite blink . . . Giving me no relief.... Every alibi . . . surrendered . . . Without . . . a syllable . . . spoken. Five metres of space - but nothing between us. The room . . . is just . . . static. Neither of us . . . turns . . . away. It's . . . just . . . our eyes. The whole room is full. . . But only we are here. We both know . . . where this goes. We both know . . . where we want this . . . to go. It's just . . . your eyes. But you've said . . . enough. I know you . . . now. I know . . . what you said. I know . . . what you want. I know . . . what I want. Look at me. Look . . . at me again. I need you to look at me . . . again. I feel it . . I feel you. I know what I want. . . . what I want . . . . . . what I want . . . I want. I want. I know . . . what I want.
