Long before lips lock, there is the very first time when eyes lock. What stories they tell, and what moves they make! I sought to capture that electric moment in this poem.
When across this bustling crowd Our loving eyes hew secret tunnels Their sweet messages to exchange And two strangers dumb and numb with love Suddenly want to kiss but not with their lips, To hug but not with their arms, And to confess love but not with their tongues Whilst their tongues, lips, and arms shed their numbing coats of ice— It is just then that their flaming eyes Must reach across the thawing ice and by one look plant a kiss; and another a hug; and yet another a confession. For between smitten strangers too timid to touch, A loving look makes the softest kiss, A longing look the warmest hug, And a daring look the loudest confession of love.
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