First Encounter

Furtive glances
Out the corners of our eyes
Nervous laughter, butterflies
Talking excitedly
Over each other
I’d like it if we were,  literally. 

No certainty,  no temperance
Wondering what is your inference
My hands are cold
And yours look warm
If there ever was,  this is the chance

You ask me a question
And I’m afraid to say
I’m lost in the act of smiling into your eyes
As the night grows ever shorter
We move ever closer
Your face fills my eyes
And your smell is so distracting
For the life of me I can’t
Form an intelligible sentence
So I smile
And you smile. 
And we smile.

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