First Contact
It's the risk that somehow becomes worth the taking,
The buildup, the payoff,
The culmination of feelings,
The crossraods of a relationship.
It is here where you and I collide
On the brink of everything
All at once.
And you smile.
You smile.
As if anything I said could possibly matter to you.
From here I am always lost.
Maybe it is your smile,
Or maybe your voice,
The things you say,
Whatever the obstruction, I am thrown off course.
It is this first night,
When I am sure you mean what you say,
This first glint of certainty.
Should I ever need more?