thinking of you

i do not know if you know
that i know you do not know
what meeting you have done
to my turbulent existence.

what prompted you to dance
into this swirling vortex?
what flame did you moth-perceive,
that you risk burning your wings?

i do not know if you know
that i know you do not know
how your words made my wretched world
a little brighter, a little more colored.

what is it in your seeming disregard
of conventional labels that seized my eyes,
that i could not peel them away
from staring at your life-dance?

i do not know if you know
that i know i do not know
how to puzzle you out and answer
the riddle of your approach.

what is it in this canyon of distance
that they call propriety,
that i do not understand,
and instead keeps me waiting,
waiting for your approach once again?