Saturday, February 27, 2010


It's moments like

seating myself next to you reading.

Saying hello like it's nothing.

Feeling the air between us shifting.

Saying one thing but thinking another.

Telling myself yet another something.

Taking a mental note of your tacky shoes.

Hearing you reply in a throaty voice from a flu.

Thinking that it's sexy.

Exhaling hope, inhaling freedom.

Small-talking and big-time flirting.

More moments like these

and I am had.

1 comment:

  1. i think we might be able to share one of those moments. i often wear tacky shoes