from across the crowded room
i shoot you look
and then retreat
enjoy the thought that you are staring
or maybe not
it's what you think of me
but what i really want
is for you to hear me
to need to hear me
and to be still
and look into my eyes
or maybe not
mind, body, soul
twisting in the wind
my prerogative still
is to hold or be held
grasp me and i will surely flee
to have me embrace you, embrace me
see me
as i am
touch me
when i ask
hear me
and my heart will be yours
or maybe not