Say anything but the words in your head.
Smile when he does.
Don’t take the flash in his eyes too personally,
(everything he finds beautiful warrants the cosmos from their depth)
Blush and be flattered.
Watch his lips, but don’t read them.
(The literature you find there will always be the stuff of fantasy)

He’ll laugh, low and warm,
and under it, you will flicker like candlelight,
but a wick only lasts so long.

If you fall,
you’ll fall from great heights.
His nimble fingers won’t  make that
kind of catch.