(no subject)

So when I look at you and you don't know I'm watching, I like your ease. The way you do things, the way you move, the way a kind of hard innocence takes over and gives you this air. It comes out in little ways: when you're reading, or sitting on the edge of the bed smoking, gazing down at the cigarette in your hands. Sometimes I catch you watching the smoke as it curls up and away. Other times you just tuck your hair behind your ear and sit lost in thought.

But still, you're like some lithe and graceful cat: a panther, maybe, or a tigress. It's what I notice about you when you're not even thinking about it.

And me? I'm just a swimming bird.

Who loves to watch you.

When you think I'm reading.