I sat there next to you
watching you watching me
“what do you see ?”
you looked askance
but did not reply
“what do you see ?”, i insisted
“if I tell you, you might die in fright”
“but I want to know..”, again I insisted.
“Then watch …!”, you ordered imperiously.
i decided to perch next to you
at your vantage point
that gave you an excellent view of me.
i watched with you
my antics and my gyrations
and all those little and big things
which make me all of me
i understood why you so often laugh
as I too felt immense bubbles of laughter
pealing out from inside me
i also understood
your love for me then.
“you’d die for me, won’t you?”
my eyes deep pools of understanding
“no …” you corrected me gently
“i’d live for you….”