glasses

you forgot your glasses today.

i had mine to offer, fully knowing 

that they wouldn’t work for you.

i wanted to feel a spark with you,

yearning for a singular interaction

that connects our minds together.

you reached for my glasses, and

your hand slightly brushes mine,

sending a whirlpool down my stomach

that makes me slightly dizzy. 

i want to run my fingers through

the curls of your hair, letting the tips

of my fingers attract to your mind.

i can hear your voice loud and clear

behind me, and as your baritone timbre

cuts through everyone else’s, ringing

the bones inside my ears, i listen.

i analyze, i process, and i love.

my soul will always love the way

your eyes move when you speak,

darting to every person listening to you,

and when they latch onto mine,

i hope you can see my love for you.