Something at First Sight

April 27, 2010
By Anonymous

You toward me,
blood rushes to my face
and I become a red mess
melting in the door way
waiting for you to say

Something,
anything.

You don’t whisper a word
And without permission
a voice escapes my throat
finds your ears

my eyes follow
Meeting yours.
Charm breaks though
anchoring the attack

The author's comments:
Inspired by my first love.

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