Sudden recognition, remembrance from last year. Too short, so deep.Not too deep because it wasn't something we held onto. But now, this year, here we are, sudden recognition, a strong feeling, a warm embrace, long hold, bodies holding onto each other, leaning in. A sweet dance, a back rub, neck rub, something playful, always wondering, Am I out of line?
I pull back but we're playful. You want to talk, I want to talk, you call me brother.
I'm confused.
I'm being silly.
Step back, step back, I warn myself.
But you lean in; laughter, smile, I touch you, you don't pull away.
I see you again the next day, night, you're in your element. I'm in your audience along with others, friends, relatives...me -- Who am I? Who am I to you?
I steal a glance. You catch me. It happens again, and again. Or am I catching you? I wonder if this is rolling or if I'm having a fever. You smile through the window, stick out your tongue, a gesture of unheard laughter. I leave, say goodnight, we hug, bodies lean forward, forward.
I come back, but not because of you. I have business there, and you're still there.
Step away, step away.
More stolen glances. I try to be nonchalant; I think I do a pretty good job of it. I plot my departure. No words, no seeking you out for another goodbye. But you come to me and we chat, kid, eyes touch, blue, blue, blue, hazel, hazel, hazel, blond hair, pink lips, white teeth as lips spread, dimples, we both have dimples. You say goodbye, ask me for my number. I know it's not what the intention was but I can't help but imagine a summer romance, can't help but hear myself asking you, "How would you like to have a summer romance?" Can't help but hear you saying, "Yeah. I think so..."
