silent crush

a poem on the intimacy of having a crush only you know about

you talk to me
i listen with sparkles in my eyes

while you talk,
i brush my arm against yours,
hoping you won’t notice

i can’t help but stare
into your eyes 

searching something 
i don’t even understand

if you say something funny
i laugh 

and put my hand on your shoulder 
for a little longer than usual

when we dance,
i pull myself
a little closer

i feel your body heat
i smell your light cologne

i’m observing your features 
carefully,

so when you turn
i’m looking elsewhere 

you grab me by my hand 
and spin me
for what feels like an eternity

i’m back in your arms
and we look into each other’s eyes

for an intimate second
that feels like a whole hour

the room blurs
and focuses in the two of us

the feeling settles quietly
between my ribs

nobody knows about this love
not you,
not even me