standing by part 2

consider the attention to orbit
and trajectory:
in any finite space, two people
in their patterns interact,
and pass through their clocks of days
like the mailman,
appearing on the doorstep, on the same page
always;
we circle and spin, towards and away
sometimes so carefully that I suppose
you'd call it
dancing.
Routine is intimacy.
If I look up or look away, it's just
my cue, the bell
of your attention or neglect.
Tempting though
to lean in once, skipping
off your atmosphere,
to watch the sparks.