beatlemania

Oh, yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand...



I blame the Beatles' song

on repeat inside my head
as we walk along the crowded hallway
arms brushing against each other
my heart starts to flutter

tempted to stay or move away
as tune reaches its chorus

putting my thoughts into song.


I wonder how our hands would look
clasped together, palms touching

fingers intertwined
to better contrast your skin with mine.
Will it pull you to me
or can it pull me in,
into deeper understanding,
the lines of your palms confessing
the story yet to pass your lips
in a language i can't decipher.

Or at least, not yet.