Blushing, With a SmileA Poem by Ryan
The metallic rap of knuckles echoes through the still Tuesday night. I remember the last time I did this: blushing, with a smile on my face, heart threatening to burst from my chest. The way her pupils shrank at the simple request to shoot a round of pool. “I’m busy with something, maybe some other time.” Not even a half an hour for an old friend.
I remember the first time I met you: lunch last week. There was a familiar glint in your eyes, an inviting shyness to your manner. The way you would speak to me, as if there weren’t enough air left in your lungs to propel the words across the table. As if it almost wasn’t worth the effort to let them leave your lips. As if you were ashamed of what you had to say. Nothing too complicated about you, something nice for a change.
I straighten my tie, make sure the daisies I picked for you haven’t wilted yet. That usual sense of falling gone, replaced with the feeling of the ground securely fastened to the bottom of my feet. Hands are dry, heart beating in time with a jazz ballad. I hear you turn the door handle, and I do my best to look excited. You answer the door blushing, with a smile on your face.
© 2012 Ryan
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AboutCollege student interested in poetry, but too shy to admit it. My poetry is a little dark sometimes, and other times it is very lighthearted. All of the poems I have up are here to be reviewed. Ev.. more..