Your small sweet hand clasps mine; I enfold
My fingers around yours, as our palms meet,
Slightly stickily.
My hold and chest tighten, nervily.
Is it..? Are you..? But then..? What if..?
Questions cascade half-formed,
As I desire affirmation from the
Truth of your touch.
My whole yearning self, half-numb with wine,
Half-dumb with shyness, all-alive to the nearness of you,
Imbibes the sensory delight you give me -
How your hair falls upon your shoulders,
How you smile, that impudent enthralling allure
Utterly impossible to resist,
How your eyes shine in mine.
Myriad daydreams and galaxies of emotion,
Vocabularies of affection and alphabets of feeling
Swirl in my head, word-torrents on a
Waterfall of conflicting desires and dreams.
But all that I can say is,
"Oh, Susan."
