Dance of the iris

			Always trying to decide whether the glances 
			Are appreciative or deplorative.
			When nearby -
			So incredibly aware of the exact distance between us.
			The dance of the eyes -
			Prancing, twirling, flicking back and forth 
			In lengthy, yet erratic movements.
			All the while,
			Attempting to decipher the other's thoughts -
			Hoping, wishing.
			But always a thought flicking back and forth -
			Anxious moments for both?
			Or only for me?
			But, where logic may deny,
			Hope still thrives...