Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
And I curse myself for little control.
Trying to stay away from you,
But our boss has other ideas.
I promise myself:
No eye contact,
But why do you have to be so kind?
Handing you a pen
My hand trembles.
Laughing at your jokes
Not realizing it.
You say you like my scarf,
Though it’s old and shabby.
I want to say I like your eyes,
Though I keep that to myself.
Out the corner of my eye.
We’re stand near
Intentionally, I hope.
There’s plenty of room to move over
But you shift, coming closer.
I sense you, feel you, smell you.
Warm, heavy, dark.
I could slide to my left
Give us some air
But is it any surprise that I don’t?