I am tired of posturing and pretense
Loud music and screaming solicitude.
I want to tell you that I keep finding beauty in you,
I want to look into your eyes.
The imposition is implied, and the conversation that is wanted to be had
simply gestures itself through a masked incarnate of what could have been.
All alone, always, all ways.
My presence exclaims itself in silence and wandering.
I am a strange girl, off on the sides, but not hiding,
Joyously absorbing all there is to observe,
Letting the flux of activity unfold around me.
It is nice to relax and still feel everything very intensely.
I hope you understand, but I may be wrong.
After all, this is only a crush along the cruise.