It is a stair
so strong,
so short
yet everlasting.

His eyes not wide
feels not like  sadness
nor like guilt

I feel his longing
his pursuing  
like a bee who sees a flower

buzzing briefly
till he meets her
colors bleeding
sweet nectar.

Hazel eyes
I said I Love you
in my head
without you looking.

He mouthed it briefly
while he kissed me
tongue  and breathing

"I feel it too."