Energy.

I'm listening, really.
Your hands flutter like butterflies when you talk.
Who can sit still when there are such things to learn.
Your eyes are on me, mine on you, the ceiling, you.
Life is going on everywhere and I'm missing it.
My leg is bouncing up and down.
Your hand reaches out to steady it, like a spider.
A white spider, graceful, meticulous.
Distract me, say something beautiful.
Don't waste words telling me about the day,
I've seen it already.
Let's go, cigarette smoke and coffee are dense.
Climb...we could climb to the highest spot we can find.
Breathe deep and cleanse ourselves with sacred things.
Looking down on the world that is ours.
Mark our territory with our eyes.