There's nothing quite like the blue glow of stage lights or a movie screen illuminating the slopes of the face of the person next to you,
nothing quite like the space, so close, taught with the tension of two people focused on a couple inches of nothing between knees,
nothing like indigo, gleaming lashes over eyes, accented by a flash of white glare, the shadow of a nose, a violet jawline,
nothing like the strained intent of staring dead ahead, focusing on the plot, on the dialogue, fixating, fixating on anything but the body, person, heart in the seat next door,
nothing like the buzz between shoulders, closer than knees, even centimeters maybe, energy reaching out, buzzing, fizzing, buzzing, but it's
nothing, it has to be nothing,
there's nothing quite like the something that's nothing yet.