January 11, 2004
Honeyhue's Secret Santa gift, 2003.
As he passes by, his strong, gentle fingers brush mine.
A spark leaps from him to me, singing along my veins,
Tickling the back of my throat, pooling in my stomach,
Making my knees shiver.
Our eyes meet… and his move on.
Maybe next time we meet our eyes will lock,
Tangle together until our limbs follow suit.
But for now I will just smile and appreciate
The rear view.