Eyes brighten,
Heads move together,
Smiles widen
And lips glisten.
The talk is fast
And easy
And we're lost
In a breeze of conversation.
A whisper is spoken -
A flirtatious something,
A secret
They cannot know;
Or nothing,
Though they assume
It's not -
Our eyes light up so.
Our hearts are pounding,
To a common rhythm.
Our knees are weak
With the lightness in our feet
The world spins, in our heads,
Restlessness in our hands,
And fingers, and minds,
Every time we meet.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
That's How They Know
Posted by Oneiric at 12:23 PM
Labels: A Pretty Pixie, A Soft Love, Lists
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