We have the flint and tinder, glinting
in our eyes, waiting to ignite our bodies
filling our moments with sparks and sometimes,
flames, when I see that look in your eyes,
across the room, that makes me feel
connected, to you by some intangible silken thread.
The canvas is ready, the paint is prepared;
we can create more than just a conversation,
a fleeting glance, in passing-by.
We could paint the stars expanding
across our vision in the midnight sky
as we wait and watch and think and hope
that someday, perhaps I could just hold your hand,
and make you understand,
that I’m the man who loves you.