reciprocally unawares

She was a bare-faced lie-about 
sprawled in sun, limbs
artlessly arranged 
with grace.  

 
I was a
shameless-assed truth 

throughout hurtling dark,
body guilelessly flung 
through space. 

Together we never met 
everyday. In uninterrupted 
streak.

In fact, I'm pretty sure
I'm not aware 
she exists.

And 
she's never been
one 
to peek.