Redeem: 25

What, dear man, is desire?

When you walk through the room
all tall and shoulders,
before I even know it I'm sneaking a look,
quick, before anybody sees.

But when we're sitting there
with our friends all around,
I can't even chance to glance in your direction.
My eyes can only get stuck
all woozy and goozy,
and for sure they would notice me,
drowning in beauty.

Or in other words: Gawking.

But listen--none of it is because I'm greedy;
it's because I'm taken. Captivated.
Like when I see the stars, burning clear and bright.

It's you I see.

And by the way,
I'm only telling you this
because I caught you.
[Again. I caught you again!]
And I get it.

And above all things, I want you to know:
when desire is truly
and bravely Reordered,
the purity of it is nothing to hide.

[redeem, verb: to free from what distresses or harms; to release from blame or debt; to regain possession or recover ownership; 

to convert, restore, atone; to save]