they begin
to wink
and make
bold comments
they begin
to swing by
and try to squeeze
my hand
or worse
my thigh

I remove
myself
walk into
the other
room
I put
headphones on
take out
my tiny
notebook
& scribble
poetry
in pencil

where is
the someone
who likes
words
like i do
who can
listen
to albums
old and new
from beginning
to end
who asks
about what
moves
me,
what ignites
my eyes  
before their hands
reach for
the *****
of my back

where
are
you

purposefully
hidden
in
this big
ole
world
reveal
yourself  
come full
into your skin

I wish
to know
you

where
are
you