i see you.
i see your face and the muscles of your jaw,
and the way your teeth sit loosely in your gums,
too big for your face.
i see your eyes,
and that odd combination of emptiness and pain.
i see the expressions that cross your face
when you think nobody’s watching.
i see the jutting collarbones
and the tendons outlining your furred forearms;
i see your ribs pushing angrily at the covering skin,
and the light shining through your thighs.
like speaks to like.
we are of a type, you and i.
i see you, even while we both remain unseen.