"stop"

stay with me in this moment.
moonlight and hesitation,
questions and small talk -
don't move an inch,
because the stars in your eyes
on this suddenly unordinary night
are killing me to look at,
killing me to look away from.
i want it all,
and i want no part of it.
forget everything we aren't saying
and pretend like it's how it appears:
that nothing is happening
and everything is perfectly,
casually normal;
that this is simply a summer-laced night
with no promises of anything romatic
and certainly no hint of confusion
or any emotion stronger than apathy;
that the ever-exapanding universe
hasn't caught me by surprise
in this dry and awkward heat
by throwing you into my field of vision
and making me see you
as though for the first time.

no; don't move an inch,
or it will run away.