Sunday, August 14, 2011

may be

One never knows how loyalty is born. (Don Draper Mad Men, Season 1 Episode 12)

Maybe it is one kiss.

Maybe I say come here.

Maybe you step forward.

Maybe I smile.

Maybe you close your eyes and move closer.

Maybe I gently brush your top lip with both of mine.

Maybe you smile as well.

Maybe I succumb to wanting you and maybe you begin to push toward me.

Maybe we get interrupted.

Maybe that's good.



Maybe not.



Maybe one day we'll sit under the stars again. And maybe you will be standing next to me and maybe.

I don't know.

Maybe.




Blushed gratitude.




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