I’ve stuffed my foot in between couch cushions
to keep warm and steady
while you rest against my knee.
I can feel your chest rise and fall softly
as you look up at me,
dark shiny eyes swimming
in the pool of my subconscious.
Subtle tremors ripple through my fingers.
I try to demand my breath to even
while my eyes drift away
towards the television screen,
letting the whirls of color pull me
from the constriction in my chest.
But those eyes
began to simmer across my cheeks,
pulling me back in
and greeting me with a soft smile.
I lower the barrier of my leg,
clearing my throat confidently,
playing with buttons
and nervous laughter
until the music hits—slow and sultry,
inviting and warm,
teasing and seductive.
I hold onto my breath
and choke out spurts of commentary
until my voice ceases,
your gaze grasping it gently
and setting it back in my chest.
I can’t look away now,
not now when my eyes finally see you
in all your gentle glory.
Your nose slopes down
like a quiet waterfall
and your cheekbones dip
like countryside hills in the spring.
And then we’re closer.
The tides of melody pull us closer
and I can watch you more curiously.
Shadow covers your face when our foreheads touch
and I see your dark eyes twinkle.
Glee or mischief,
maybe anguish or fear.
I choose anguish as you fall into my lap
and I collapse on your back.
I beg you to listen to me
and not my lips that remain tightly sealed,
to feel the nervous and angry beats of my caged heart.
you rise again a fiery phoenix
and we find ourselves connected.
Our breathing shallowed and sinked
and your head tilted.
A hesitance, a falter, and then
gentle and surprised but