"Half Full"

The tingle of a touch
That ripples through the hairs on an arm
Those smooth arms now resemble chicken skin
They giggle and smile
A shudder of anticipation

They know how they feel
But they enjoy the pretending
The flashing hundred thoughts
They excite, take flight and switch in mid air
Leaving them all silly for a second

Who’s eyes were first?
Those blue pupils slid upwards so quickly-
Knowing that confrontation says everything
We agree silently with a wink or light twinkle
Raise an eyebrow to close all questions

Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future
I turn back to you with serene, silent happiness…
Bringing tonight to a close and all hopes have overflowed.






© 2007 Steven Pottle