YEARNING

The moment our eyes meet
Yearning begins
In slow motion
I watch you from across a crowded room
Meeting, greeting
Working your way towards me
Occasional glances
But the eyes can’t see
What the heart feels
Innocently
Or not
Our bodies brush
In the room filled with people
But the eyes can’t see
What the heart feels
Conversations, pleasantries
Smiling from ear to ear
Then our fingers touch
And the eyes can’t see
What the heart feels
But my body is exhilarated!

YEARNING