My knees begin to shake as I'm
backed against the wall. I'm nervous.
Attempting to discern whether it's
hormones or the real thing, I'm doubting.
Hands grab and fingers slide, sweat is
not a problem because I'm ignorant.
It's overwhelming, the feeling. This is it.
This is for real. This is what I should feel.
This is you. This is me. This is us. Here.
Forgetting the world around us, we
become clumsy and soon, remember that
we are not the only ones in the universe.
Clinging to how close we were, how
closer we are, and how close we can be,
we rest. We talk. We love each other.