I would

I would love to tell you

“Your hand on my skin makes me weak”

I would love to tell you

Just how breathtaking it is

To watch you dance

I would love

To tell you

There’s something not quite wrong about this

I would love

To sit and talk

For awhile

About nothing in particular

With you

I would

tell you how I feel

if it didn’t scare me

I would

ask you if

you feel

Something

when I put my hand

on the hand

you put on me?

I

intentionally

let it linger there

so you’ll feel something

I

hope it scares

you

just as much

as

it scares

me.