She leans against
the window
to cool herself
breathes upon the glass
to calm herself
& with a fingertip
writes: “Help! ”
And then once again
erases it with her breath
but it still shows through
like a ghost of itself.
She longs again
to look into his eyes
& finds she can’t
look him in the eye.
“Is this love? ”
she asks herself
as if she had forgotten
her line
& had to prompt herself
as he continues talking
not realising
the drama
that is being
enacted within her
self.
She closes
the curtains
lights
candles
& promises her self
she will kiss him
...now!
Dee Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-kiss-for-w/
