First Date

Two souls sat across from each other Careful and coy, the air thick with constipation

Fingers fidget with forks like fiddles

While toes tap to the tempo of tortured talk

Two souls sat across from each other

Braver, breathing deeply; the banter more bellicose

Hands are higher as hearts hum in harmony

His foot unfolds and fondly folds into mine

Smiling we searched for signs of something more

As two souls sat across from each other.