Stop, lean in.
Feel me closer to you
Anxiously awaiting
Feeling so free
These things within me.

Stop, come closer
For my lips to brush against yours
Tentative questioning
Feeling me leave
I becomes We.

Stop, gaze;
two sets of eyes,
One person
Longing contented
My feelings are yours
For a moment
you and I
are We.

Bill Rood