a silent second

When you did not know
I would be watching,
and you had no idea that I
would ever see those moments
when your thoughts were far from me.
Your thoughts were filled by a room
of busy things and words, and your heart
took a silent second to your eyes.

When you did not know
I would see, the subtle curve
of your waist, leaning in, to
conversation that would matter less, later
and the slope of breasts to belt, in soft breaths
between sips, celebration and champagne
wet your smiling lips.

You had no thought of me and my steady gaze;
a photographer snapped you, looking away.
It brought you to me, so that I could enjoy
you, when you did not know, I could see, and smile
and love you so much more...