The ConversationWe were just talking
when my hair fell across my face.
Your fingers twitched-
I caught the motion out of the corner of my eye.
It's just my own natural gesture, to brush it back over my shoulders
but when your hand moved,
I longed for you to tuck it behind my ear
like you did that day
when I cried--
by the way, thank you for keeping that confidence.
I went on to explain
my hands describing large arcs
as I created a mental picture for you.
You looked into my eyes
and, momentarily, I couldn't remember what we were speaking about.
And then you reached up, and your forefinger was
a feather touch on my pulse.
I knew no one saw,
but I could feel the presence of 27 other diners
and my breath caught in my throat.
You put your hand back in your lap,
but, like Colin's kiss,
I still feel your teeth on my collarbone.