You touch my hand
The world's on fire
No one accurately depicted desire
Never have I known it at all
'Til your hand brushed mine,
Did you hear my heart stall?
Never has a chilling breeze
Sent such a shake through my spine
Or so weakened my knees
Folding my fingers into my palm
I brush a hand through my hair
I try to look calm
Your hand's in your lap
Pulling on your canvas bag strap
As I flip the page in my book
From the corner of my eye, I catch your look
I glance at you, you turn away
Your cheeks are as red as your eyes are grey
If I should reach out, and take your hand,
Would we fall in love, however unplanned?
Perhaps we will eventually
But the one who moves first
Will not be me
© 2012
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