...

To Kiss You

We sit together to share a few words but

I'm not making sense whatsoever, it's absurd.

You have me so distracted and I can't remember

the last time I acted like this; I can't

help it, your voice is the most beautiful

I've ever heard and my attention falls to your

lips.

Every time you speak it sounds so unique and I'm

relieved that we're seated, I believe if we stood

I would quickly be defeated by the way you've

made my knees weak. You pause for awhile and then

you smile, being the cause for my heart to

run a mile. My attempt to communicate becomes

infantile, I can't differentiate between vowels

and consonants, I constantly hold back

frustrated growls, but you're patient

with me -- this cures my anxiety.

I've stopped talking but your smile

lingers; I play with my fingers, glancing

around every so often to avoid gawking

but it's shocking how much closer we

become without a sound... I'm comfortable

now.

I look into your eyes, you look into mine, and

I realize the whole time you've waited

to find this moment of silence. Your

hand touches my face, my arms circle

your waist in an unplanned embrace.

Mmm, to kiss you...