Eyes that crash into each other’s unintentionally.

Why does this happen now?  We are not allowed.

Trespassing in accidental company.

Our hands so quickly to come together,

breath held, 

unspoken symphonies have me quivering 

as I fight to not let my face reveal what is felt.

So much is said with the interweaving of fingertips.

Timing – my enemy – holding happiness always out of reach,

love for ransom..

..connections out of sync.