The Date (Part I)

It’s really funny.

There was something about the way the mascara
Stuck to your bottom eyelashes.

Your Eyes.

They were do dark and so warm,
And, all of a sudden, I began to wonder how soft
your skin might feel next to my hand.

I really wanted to kiss your neck
And mess up your hair,
And talk to you about all my dreams.

Isn’t it funny?
I almost thought that that part of me had died.