From the Outside, Listening In.

In shades of red, brown, and skin
Your hair
 The smudge of dirt upon your cheek
The arm that briefly brushes up against mine

You innocently, totally, unaware
Start to capture just where
My ever troubled
Ever searching
Soul
Is now

With your quiet joy you ease
My frantic social twitches
My clumsy attempts
At junior cynicism
 
And together we get past
 The long Afternoon and
Even
Longer night.