Dragonfly

Your figure is obscured by the lashes at the corner of my eye.
I conceal my voyeuring of your voyeuring of me.
I was never good at catching your kind.
My hands always trembled.
And you were never good at staying still.
You were always flitting.

You hide amongst the weed,
But you leave a wing in the light.
I see you meant it when you said
You want me to find you.
I sit motionless.
Fighting to keep my head from turning to your direction.
Because I know that when I move an inch
You will flutter away.

I am learning to love your image
Tucked in the corner of my eye.
It induces a paralysis.

I am starting to enjoy this catatonia.