I turn, ashamed that my intentions

and his intentions

are not the same.

the heat of my shame

radiates onto his hand

as he turns my eyes to face his.

soft eyes,

eyes full of doubt.

not doubt in me,

doubt in self.

For one moment, we are still.

For one moment, we are two.

In one deft move,

we are one

as his lips

crash into mine.