I am waiting beneath the wings
As you turn up
I am watching you approach but
I do not say a word.
I do not greet you.
I do not look you in the eye.
I let you take in a waft of my perfume
Then tiptoe past you on the sly.
I am blushing beneath my skin.
I have never looked more lovely than tonight
(the same goes to you.)
But when you touch my hand
My veins freeze icy cold
And the heel on my shoe threatens to snap
In two.
I would like to be bold.
I would like to let you sweep me into your arms
And plunge your dark gaze into mine
I would like to let your fingers encircle my waist
And intoxicate me without wine,
I am waiting beneath the wings
My gaze is cast downward and I barely move a hair
But every movement you declare
I stop and stare. I do not tell you where.
But I am there. I am caught unaware.
(breathless.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem