One look here, and another glance there
Gauge, measure that soaring intensity,
Is it just me, or is it you as well?
Trepidations hope, heartbeats in sync
Or, do they beat out of tandem?
A soft brush there, a warm breath here,
Too close, or not close enough?
Eyes don’t match words we speak;
In the charade, we talk, we laugh
Pretend ignorance, as we sense, not hear;
And we keep moving in unspoken synchrony-
An unpracticed choreography lasting eternity;
Tiptoe, tread carefully, delicately-
We circle in our minds, and, we dance.
N.B. Romances are fun! G.