Quandary

These twentysix letters
and some symbols
are similar as the air about us,
and as diffeerently formed.

I fashion mine into questions
and in your answers find the colour
of your mind, follow
the lines your thoughts take
as they express your inner self
on this glass skin -
my computer screen.
as those do on your face -
the surface
I could examine
through a photographer's gaze, meet
your eyes, trace
the contours of bone and flesh

but there would be no learning curve
of moving
hollow, shadow filled,
each angle dipped in light
as you turn your head away

as I know you would.