Peripheral Gaze

we looked at each other

for days In a peripheral gaze 

architecture blushed in our complexions

sensing our mirror cartography 

of feelings or simple text within 

funneled in droplets of smile

unshrugged, unsighed

by possibilities of binary answer

by ubiquitous toxic days

I face my thoughts when I gaze your veil of signifiers

peculiarly bashful in your peripheral presence 

whatever I were or am signified by ‘you’ those days

or ever 

we are engaged in this obscure interface

what signals under-currently 

through our thoughts, talk, chat, silence…

they were puzzling, 

deep space triggering curiosity

esoteric fucking cryptography 

we didn’t want these gaze interlocks

nor to limit our realities

by a silly peripheral limbic system in action

so we restructured these peripheral strongholds

from our dragons-selves 

who want to devour each other

salivating alien-like desire

and my hope for resistance 

is neither in oxitocyn disruptors

nor critical factors

you are not invisible to me

on the contrary
the space around you is breaking grounds to where I stand 
so I block my sight,  I subtle you down 

there, I could breathe you more than what you stand sublime for
my cells may digest you with all your fantasies
that made you edible yet unreadable
I could metabolize these undifferentiated senses of you
in the absence of you  

whatever this breed of you overwhelmingly represents

our colliding peripheries
splashing love-like gravitons 

its particles were walled and guarded 

curdly yeastly sweet
fermented and in-flamed

and most of all 

it was cold, fuzzy, blurry

under-theorized

probably non-existence

just like ‘home’ 

the very abyss of non-existence

we do not hold nor empathize 

nor flirted with titans door 

risking pandoras of oceanic consciousness 

excruciating knowledge of current being

its interface is such our peripheral gaze. 

that moves mollusk-like in collective dreams

ever creating intangible realities

in each second that falls to the past

competing to identify themselves with matters in 

the overrated “now”

but you'll hold and empathize