Observe how our fingers brush – naturally,
Shyness of indecision, behind every gesture.
You thread lightly, as it’s young and fragile,
Like your cocky, full of mischievous joy, smile.
We are drawn together, pulled by gravity,
Of like-minded character and edgy jokes.
I let go of my inborn suspicion and dive –
It’s glorious – dating in shadows, but…
You are not meant to be mine.