i like the way your face looks when you smile

I do not know you, but only too well
words fell from your lips
sipped in haste
to taste familiar and dance,
prance beneath my skull
 

I've never known you but i hear you when i sleep
a peace that seeps beneath and keeps
dancing, parading,
endlessly invading the privacy
of exactly what is known by me


In fact, I can't un-know you,
can't shake the seams of your string
as they thread beyond the essence of binding
your words with me
your words with me


So, you see,
I dare not know you, but i do
i dare not touch you nor ensue
the type of touch your words have clutched at and seen
in every crevice of my being


(entered this in a contest and enjoyed the way it turned out)