The Connection

After so long, it wasn't easy to trust those feelings..those thoughts.
But she didn't want to give up; She just didn't want to try anymore.
Maybe sometime later; Sometime when they would meet and look into each other with lingering interest.
Maybe sometime later; When they would touch, first gently on their hands.
And that touch flies through her, penetrating places now awakening.
She smiles, her eyes glistening, moving closer into him.

In Between the Shower and the Window

Caught..Dripping with remnants of the warm shower rain.
She remembers, just out of there, that she forgot what she needed - and it's over there, past that window of obviousness.
Creeping near, her eyes inspect; And there He is, standing, contemplating - what?
She has seen him there before, all sweated and dripping ~ like her ~ and turning with a fleeting nod.
He is pretty fine; and Maybe he might take a look now; Will he know she is there at the window with nothing but beaded drops covering nothing?
She hesitates, not wanting him to know that she feels transparent in her display; As she looks ahead and walks, slowly, past the window.