Choices

Revised:

Threads of haze weave
into my mind as your voice kisses
my ear and small talk tumbles out
of my mouth like a badly sung song.
My coward eyes inspect
the dust on my shoes
as your eyes touch my hair,
and my cheek burns with knowledge
that your lips are just an inch away.
And I have to greet an alien
who has come back to invade
my blood and threaten
to contaminate
my whole being again.

I have no choice
because I don't mind
that you are standing too close.

First draft:

Threads of haze weave
into my mind as your voice kisses
my ear and small talk tumbles out
of my mouth like a badly sung song.
My eyes are too coward to hold
your gaze so they choose
to inspect for dust on my shoes.
And when your eyes touch my hair,
my cheek knows that your lips
are just an inch away.
And I have to greet an alien
who has come back to invade
my blood and threaten
to contaminate
my whole being again.

I have no choice
because I don't mind
that you are standing too close.