I look at you
and I can't stop
stupidly
grinning and
it's starting to ache

my arms are at my sides
so you can't see
the sweat
that betrays
my giddiness

i hear
the hummmm
of one billion synapses
assembling a worthy
tidbit
to offer you
when it's my turn to speak again

but for now
i'm breathing slowly

i'm listening to you
looking at you
luxuriously
your neck
then
your chin

i agonize over
how to spend
this chance to linger
do i choose
your lips
or
your eyes?