Infatuation

I feel your approach and steal myself away.
breathe...deep...slow...
deliberate calm over skittered water's edge.
thumping...steady...strong...
Your nearness eclipsed my nerve (dry-mouthed, thick-throated swallow).
I lick my lips then fight the bubbling grin.
Against my better judgement, I chance a glance.
Bare thoughts exposed to knowing gaze (you never disappoint).
Burning up, the moment crests, I turn and walk away.
Smiling at the ripples...