searching windowpanes

"The Courting"

a sonnet by Antoine

[written 4.8 and 4.9]

I walk into the room and spy your eyes:

I want to meet them but not let it show;

So carefully I shuffle by your side

And take a seat in the adjacent row.

I want to speak but total silence reigns,

So, not to draw attention to my crush,

I must keep quiet, searching windowpanes,

Daydreaming of reciprocated lust:

Our fingers interlock, our hands hold tight,

Our mouths draw closer, hearts draw bated breaths,

The tension rises, tummyflies take flight;

When opening my eyes you're still as death.

Thus goes the courting, passing every day

By throwing opportunity away.