Why can't we be lovers?

You arrive late as if time were not irretrievable
in cool blue, momentarily scanning the room
but not believable
in your search.
As I cannot reach out for you, I pretend I have no arms. No eyes.
Yet all my cells are undercover spies
Mind zooms past conference props: chairs and people, pens and fingers, water pitchers,
chins propped on hands, sound glitches
In this madding crowd
I want to sway in your light
Undulating reed
To be seen but not seen watching, wanting
When the amplified pitch of the feedback loop triggers a whole room, you don't startle
The crowd laughs
But they could cut your profile in marble
We sit
Like two arrows at a crossroads
pointing in opposite directions
Dancing in and out of each other's invisible sections
boxers reading distance and closeness
we both get that sex is an 'It' ness
I poke your arm and you touch my face with the edge
of your palm, as you lean in for a whisper
I know my scent is trapped in that space
Yet I don't know my own scent
And I don't know what your skin smells like either
You are text written in invisible ink
I stalk the stage, I unmute myself:
Why can't we be lovers?
I am calling out to you in a roomful of people
Why can't we be lovers?