shaking hands,
trembling lips;
i’m not the type
to instigate a first
kiss.

but move slowly,
draw me near,
whisper sweetly
in my ear -
tell me, tell me
what i want to hear

those three
little words,
more than likely
for the birds,
can send spurs
and slurs
of sweet nothings -
but they’d be nothing,
nothing but a blur
in my state,
in this time.

please,
i just want
to know
if you’re
mine.