Shy
Darting glances and dimpled half smiles
lit my face when you were near,
and I saw you,
saw you when no one else did,
your broad shoulders, large hands,
the planes and angles of a man
just emerging
from the soft roundness of a boy.
I saw you, I desired you, to merge myself
and blend into those angles and edges,
my own soft curves
just emerging
from the angular slimness of a girl,
never once suspecting
that you saw me,
saw me when no one else did, until now.
I like the ambiguity of that final phrase, “until now.” Not sure if it means others now seeing speaker or the “you” subject of the poem now seeing the speaker.
Thank you, that’s what I was hoping for–somehow I don’t feel like this one is completely done with me yet.