Nervously he contemplates
struggling to draw courage
from his young well of valor

flashing shy smiles—vying for her attention
from across the crowded room
waiting for the perfect song—

the perfect moment…

Her methodical motions
long blond hair—tight black dress
green eyes—entrancing—intoxicating

His stomach in knots—knowing he must
he stirs from the wall, fear in every stride—
his approach, guided by desire

he simply must have this dance…

Matthew – 2015
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh


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