Shall we talk of flying?
The elusive swoop, the shiver
Of resting on nothing but air?
Or shall we discuss sunsets?
The first, tremulous tone of pink
Blushing
But followed softly by reassuring notes of orange, and finally the passion of purple
No
We should simply consider love
The warm shudder passing between us
When we stand just a
Bit
To close
The way your eyes follow me
Questioning, but unwavering just the same
The quirk of my lips
I just can't suppress
When you grin
As you pass me by
