Lens

You make me lose focus.
I see life behind a film, dizzily dreaming in another world.
You aren't an obsession, just an interest.
That feeling is completely new- you bring out the healthy side in me.

I like like like you a lot.
I want to see the words behind your eyes, the impulses behind your fingertips, the murky pictures forming in your brain.
I want to learn who you are.
I want to understand it all.

You are my little mystery.