"A Glance, a Glimpse"

A glance requited
No notion to shun
A connection way from the default
Of the exotic familiar tropes
You come to me not for me
I come to you in spurts
I come with a brisk understance
I come
He came
Stretch the affection through
The architecture of melancholy
Playfully buffered against
The monstrosity of the void
Too much to glimpse at
I've seen too much
This peak foretells of adjunct
To deprive and feign pride and confide
Three factotums, figuratively speaking
Your association seems to come to an end
As my ends repeat and his hand competes
Further anew, in, out, up, down
The final action comes in view
Who knew I just wanted you
Every need, every morning
Every breed, nearly boring
To be blue