without the eye contact

when we talk
we do not really look at each other
in the eye
we have so many places to hide
and we choose the words to conceal
what we really want to say and
mean

i try once to see you straight
in a moment
a flash of having to be candid
even for once
you evade my stare feeling the stab
of truth
and i respect the way you avoid the
pain
somehow we are two islands
set apart by the deep water and lovelier
still
between the rush of the surge
the storm