HeartbeatMy hands in his,
Breath not quite steady,
His eyes, such beautiful shades of blue
Until my eyes dart down to his shoe.
Dare I take a peek?
Take the chance and have to meet
Those daring baby blues?
I raise my eyes to his.
I shy away for a moment, but no longer,
My gaze, I find, starts to wander.
Surrounded by thin lips.
Lips I want to kiss.
He raises my hand,
Presses it to those soft thin strips
Beats like a drum.
Surprised by, not a kiss, but a promise of one to come.
Funny how I took up the habit of counting down the clock.