Electric Poem by Danette Frenz

I remember when we met,
Some books I went to get.
Soft lights lit the room.
Dust and books filled with gloom.

I reached to get a book.
Whoa-took another look.
Our fingers brushed,
An electric touch.

Kazaam!
Bam!
We blushed.
Blood rushed.

Our hearts fluttered.
“Sorry, ” we muttered.
I looked in your eyes,
Stomach full of butterflies.

Deep, dark, liquid pools.
I felt myself begin to drool.
In love like a foolish fool.