traveling to each fingertip, to each
strand of hair, to each of my toes.
A slow and gradual smile, full of
teeth, emotion, sincerity and excitement
overcomes me
Eyes, seemingly close, and then a moment
where I drift off into a dream, where only
one of my desires comes true
Legs start to come together, and cross
in a shy manner, and my hands try
to cover the expression on my face
Lips start to quiver as I utter a silly,
and simple greeting, that although not that
embarassing makes my face flush, and feel
hot to the touch
What is this? Don't you have even the slightest
idea?
It is that feeling when you are near
It is that feeling when you look my way
It is that feeling when you say "hello"
It is your presence.
« ritorna.