From the Neighbor to Someone

Somehow I would rather put up my mitts and fight you, not to hurt you, but to see how far you would go swinging playfully at my face, than let you see me naked. Somehow I love you most when you look at me with those mischievous eyes and lie to my face, than when you are playing with my hair and humming gently into my ear. I think that if our eyes never met, I would not consider you more than a servant...a long lost friend, maybe.

If you meet me tonight, just as I have asked, expect that I will have already forgotten these words I am writing. You will have to come forward and tell me your name. You should look deeply into my eyes and tell me that I have sent for you again. It is not out of pity or boredom that I call on you like this. I have been waiting. I have been planning my escape. It is in my desperation that I love you this way...our way. I am not sure you understand what it is to look into your eyes.

I lost myself to your looks. How ironic, no?

Losing to you,

Mary