My eyes are glued to the window
and my pulse throbs in my mind
while it wrestles with a question,
though my tongue is in a bind.
There's idle conversation
and I spy an opening ahead
but then the topic switches
and each inhale fills my lungs with dread.
My tongue weighs heavy in my mouth
as it pushes past fear towards dry lips.
I take a deep breath -- here we go --
and quickly cross my fingertips.
I blurt it out in a syllable
and a silence follows I'll never miss.
Then he switches gears and pulls me close,
replacing all doubt with a kiss.













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