Member Poem

Don’t make me say it—
But see how, with me, there’s a blaze in your eyes,
And look at how it’s mirrored in mine.

Don’t misinterpret—
But find my subtle betrayals of affection,
As our thoughts form constellations in suspension.

Don’t check my sleeve yet—
But take in the way I say your name,
Deliberate, delicate, like touching a flame.

Don’t end this vignette—
But, tonight, stare into the blue,
And realize I’m thinking of you, too.

Don’t make me say it,
I’ll dissolve in my inhibition.