philophobia

slow dance

the music starts to swell and tremble, 

you're staring at me. 

it's such a silly event, 

a job together- you look giddy. 

the stretch of life in your eyes makes me yearn for a touch: 

beat me to the punch? 

arms around my waist, 

pulling me close. 

close to you.

arms around your neck, 

pulling you close.

close to me. 

a sway, 

in our secluded corner, 

our own secret spot, 

turned into its own world.

come closer.