Within

Now that I'm alone at night,
I think of how you looked
at me, the way you used to
look at me as you tied your
brown hair up.
You looked right
through me into my
deepness, into my deepness,
into my head.  I would
look at a piece of your hair
you'd inadverently left down,
look at it cleaving
to your neck,
wanting your neck.
You saw into me
when you looked at me
that way.  You saw
into me.  You knew
I wanted you.
I wanted your eyebrows,
your smooth and controlled eyebrows.
I wanted to kiss your
everything.  You knew
everything that was
inside of me.
You knew it every night
when you tied your brown hair up.
You knew.
You knew you went within me.