Pocket with a clenched fist; hidden.
Feeling just like a kid, kidding.
Acting like it's alright, lying;
palms full of sweat, intimidating;
also on his forehead, incriminating.

She's got to notice every last drop; observation,
noticing that he's shaking; nervous.
Now she's contemplating ending
this lovely evening, early;
or so he's thinking.

His confidence is shrinking. Drum roll,
as she plays him like a six-string; instrumental.
Syncing, their eyes and barely blinking; staring.
Bewildered by her mystery; kissed,
by a wide swing; missed.

She's nervous too and so she laughs; embarrassed.
Eyelashes flutter and she's blushing; obvious.
His stresses diminish in an instant; comfort.
Nerves and nothing left to lose, striving,
for a schmooze and so he's aiming.

01/13/2016

Posted on 01/14/2016
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