3/29/12

First Date
By Emma Ambos


How nervous we are,
blushes blooming,
blood pooling.
How did this come about?

How cold we are,
phrases bumping,
hellos high-pitching.
Weren't you a friend once?

How separate we are,
never touching,
barely glancing.
We were fine yesterday.

How in love we are,
eyes laughing,
mouths smiling.
Can I kiss you now?


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