At first there was the flirt

{the subtle but not so subtle dance of near strangers has always fascinated me, as an observer and as an actor}


Chatting and talking while thinking
Of kissing those moving lips
Playing with words, and friendship,
While boundaries are blurring.

I am touching your shoulder
Is it friendly, is it sexy?
I don't tell, you don't ask
It can be both and it can switch
In a snap
From friend to lover.

You look at those fingers
On your coat and you wonder
Then you look at me, for a hint
I don't give an answer
But let my eyes linger a little longer.

If you pick up on my line
If you give me the right sign
For now we play with each other
But there is no hurry
We know we'll get to it
Eventually