Across The Gym

The lights are low,

The school gym transformed,

Into a magical wonderland of neon

And strobe lights that make me queasy.

Or is that you?

I watch you, watching me,

Not tall.

But tall enough,

With brown eyes that melt my very soul.

Twinking with the innocent mischief of a toddler,

Yet, knowing.

Somehow carrying the wisdom of the ages.

I long to touch your thick dark locks,

To make you smile,

The way you're smiling now,

Over there,

Awkward,

Sorta sideways,

Goofy in just the right way.

Perfect imperfection.

Mouth dry,

My face burns,

Flushed with the excited rush of my heart's desire.

Yet, there's a chill inside,

Fear.

Do you like me,

Like I like you?

I tremble inside as you cross the floor,

My teenage dream.

You take my hand,

Timidly,

And ask me to dance.

My breath stops,

My heart pounds,

As I will the trembling of my core

to cease in your arms.

The only music I hear.

Is the tune of our own young passion,

Innocent,

Sweet,

Tender,

Love's young dream,

At least for now.

Best sock hop ever.