We meet.
We greet.
As we assemble
Coffee and spoons.
You sit in beauty.
I stumble in pride.
Your curves tremble.
I tread lightly.
You shine light.
I breathe tight.
Over half winks.
Dry smiles.
And square drinks.
My head rambles.
My breath abates.
My voice scrambles.
My face straight.
I throw smiles of my youth
You tell me stories wide and bright.
My subtle lies of clean truth
Your clean lies under soft light.
Floating forward on a figure 8 path
Butterflies fight the sweet hot breeze
Dancing over barbs with a frail swath
Seeking strong love on a soft limb
They carry hurt with a brittle ease.
We hide our tender scars of late
Listening so softly to each word move
Talking with utter hope to simply placate
We shy close holding tender limbs
And propel back into to pain's groove.
My eyes dart
my breath aghast
This moment to be
of our future's past
This moment to be
of our first date.
Passing off stories of our past
I listen close to every word
Sitting composed at full attention
Soft smiles to pull you forward
Your voice a sweet feast
Butterflies stumble in
You catch me stare
Inhaling soft silence
We calm the air.
Wanting to know
I peek into you.
Opening myself
To reveal what's new.
My head disappears
My eyes dream
My shiny veneer
Begins to hear
Flutters stream.
As I seek your light
My chest slowly warms
To flickering glows
Of a faint moonbeam.
My heart endears
As I faintly hear
Butterflies stammer
to face their fear.
You smile freely
Clenching fingers tight
Butterflies take flight
Hoping what might.
To peek into me
Saying no to what
this night could be.
We float to hints of comfort
By sharing what's true
For all this fragile effort
I hope for date number two.