• My sigh is soft, quiet,
    echoes; he hears it and
    turns to look at me,
    questioningly.

    I open my eyes,
    his already are.
    With his glance,
    he stares into me.

    They might have given
    a sign, for after a
    moment, I am wrapped
    in his arms.

    His warm skin glows,
    pale, soft... Perfect.
    A crooked smile
    lights his tejón face.

    My heart stutters
    as I run my hand
    down his chest, before
    his fingers catch mine.

    I pull away, I must
    go, as I leave and have
    tied my shoes, I lean
    down and kiss him.
    ...I whisper "I love you."