The look

It starts off with a single look
Sharp like the water of a brook
Which cuts across the heated room
A flower just about to bloom

Then comes the accidental touch
The stolen brush, the sudden hush
The rising blush and brutal crush
The silent promise of so much

Now watch the eyelids slowly fall
Like windshield wipers in the rain
the part between the lips so small
The broken wings and iron chain

The sudden pump
Of heart a-race
The closing space
And then the jump