7.10

I caught you looking at me, today. Once.
I had to glance at you a hundred times, and I did it willingly, daring myself to not stare. Added together, I studied your lips, your ears, your fingernails, your toes. I studied the way your skin comes together at the corners of your eyes and the open glow of life in the warp and weft of your hair. I added it all up and wished I could paint.
I would paint you looking at me.