I sip the warm tea slowly:
I'm listening to you
and savoring the heat
on my tongue.

I look at you:
I see more than skin
and beautiful eyes,
I see potential.

I take a deep breath:
sometimes I'm convinced
that I think too much -
but sometimes I don't think enough.

You look back at me:
There's a smile playing on your lips,
filling up your eyes,
and I almost feel that I belong to you, somehow.

I look down into my cup:
Where did you suddenly come from?
You're gaurded but honest,
and I'm running away.

I look out the window, avoiding your eyes:
You try to come closer
and I run for the hills;
why am I afraid of you?