in a torrent of faces
names
and movement
i stay
enthralled
enamored
by the way that
you do it
this sentiment
is usually
saved for
the much more fluid
thoughts
that run rampant
those nights where
the moon hits
but i can't help but
see
out of all those
that surround
me
the flash of
perfection
that sets &
wrecks
beautifully
and maybe soon
i'll ask you your name
and you'll remember
throughout
all the drunken games
and as i watch
subserviently
in the water,
in mindless
chattering
perhaps to be
more than a wave
in the
sea
maybe
you will
notice me