You almost kiss me 

You almost kiss me with that dry smile
made by my your mouth
and your half look

You listen to me – and like me –
you hear near scatterings
of circled cross-table talk

I feel those ricochets of consonants
in split lines
as they pass across your eyes

Then one shuts to wink?
Those slices of others
have fixed on your slide

You capture just enough
to turn from me and find a twist to focus
to a floated idea

A reflection off your plate provides backlight
for you to use your microscope
and its monocular view