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