Maybe the perfect moment doesn’t exist.

The tension is always there,

Palpable – can you feel it too?

Like the coldness of your hand that

Slowly warms in mine, but

Doesn’t quite reach my heart.

My cheeks, my hands, my skin run hot, but

It doesn’t sink in.

Hard bones, like the shoulder you rest your head on,

Don’t bend easily.

Nothing melts when we touch,

I stiffen. Everything but my brain

Stops.

When—will—it—happen?

The head and heart are one,

And when you lean in –

Tender determination in your eye –

No part of me wants to say no,

But all of me needs to.