Tomorrow I will see you
for the first time since you graduated.
Time doesn't feel the same when I'm away from you.
I'm apprehensive,
I want our time together to be perfect.
I'm afraid that I will say something ludicrous.
I spend all this time imagining how I will respond to you,
but I seize up when I see you.
If only I had the courage to confess how I feel.
If I wasn't so terrified of my heart.
I could tell you the poems I write,
I could reveal all the things I love about you
however, you may be alarmed
Its unusual to hear someone use their words,
not body,
to express affection.
Would I scare you with my passion?
With how many words I can use to describe your eyes;
Dark, sensitive.
mysterious, cryptic.
Sanguine, gregarious.
Incessantly beautiful?
all true.
But I could never tell you I spend my free time
searching the dictionary for words
that remind me of you.
Is it ridiculous that I sit here
imagining what your lips taste like?
I'm sure they taste like a secret I want to hear.
I would love to lean in close
and mold my smile into yours.
Shape, fire and glaze our lips together like modern art.
But my strength is worn thin,
I'm petrified
of rejection.
So I will wait for you
to make the first move.
Unless you're just as unnerved as me.