His shoulders pressed up
against the unwieldy weight
of uncertainty
as he walked towards her
with a longing to savor
and be savored.
She stood where she was
her eyes the color of sorrow,
her posture an apology
she grew tired of saying.
But as he approached,
she began unfurling,
and the glowing light of her
which had been forced to retreat
began to flicker and return.
She wanted him.
She wanted
to be wanted.
Neither one looked away
as the distance between them
shortened to the length of truth
and the silence stretched out
into an expectant tremble of
do-I-don’t-I vulnerability.
He smiled.
She laughed.
A tear slipped free.
And she thought to herself
Sometimes yes
feels like a flutter.
- Lauren Taub Cohen
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