"I think it's always only a look"

I think it's always only a look
When she turns and sees him

I think it's only always a glance

When he forgets a thought

And she comes into view

It must only be a few words

Must only be a million giggles

Must only be laughs they've forgotten

I've never really understood

Until I realized understanding wasn't it

It's that thing you sometimes see

That you sometimes feel

When it appears at the side of your sight

When you feel just really good

But like, really, really good

It's like a song that you first heard

And it's made you dance around the room

Around the room like the fool

That's love

That's what it's been all along

Love

Stupid

Stupid and great and wonderful

And everything

So

I think I've been looking

For something all along

That's never, ever been

To be found,

But felt and seen and loved

                    M.M.

What attraction means to me

I've been asked before who is my "type":

And I've always hedged in my answer,

Until lately, when I finally lost all vacillation:

You see, I like the fine and the bright

I like she who speaks of the divine and heaven

I like she who renounces the Cross and dogma

I like she who sees more than the boundary

Than the boundary between the light and the dark

And how so simply that all is, that dichotomy

You see, I like she who is far more than black or white

Far more than light or dark, or the falseness of dichotomy

I like she who sees beyond the idiocy of supremacy

The word that dictates to you and allows no heresy

And I like she who is sweet and kind and full of heart

Full of heart, full and kind, someone who is gifting the world

For whoever she may be, she would be a gift, someone whole

And yet, someone not whole, not full, not kind

Because who of us is any of that: we really are none of that

You see, she who I like: she would be far more than me

Far more me than all the expectations I've ever made for her

And yet, completely something I have nothing of that expectation, you see?

It means absolutely nothing, really

It's never meant anything to me

Who I like, who I want to be with—is—