Yes, I'm seeing someone.
I'm seeing him for coffees, beers, for movies we're not going to watch.
I'm seeing him for rides in his car, hearing him sing all the lyrics, seeing him for dances and heavy headbanging in my bedroom, for drunken adventures, seeing him in his house, when I open the door, at my breakfast table.
I'm seeing someone,
Shapeshifting: from when he pulled up, to when he took his sunglasses off, when we hadn't touched yet, or when we kissed and it felt as natural as a breath. Ever-changing, yet the same.
I'm seeing someone:
I'm seeing him with my eyes, ears, mouth, nose, with my hands and my mind, I'm seeing him in a way he can't see himself in.
We're seeing eachother and I feel, I know, he sees me.
He sees me as I want to be seen, he sees me for someone I didn't know I was, I can stand to look at me through his eyes.
Yes, I'm seeing someone
And I can't look away.