Your eyes <br />get stuck on my hands, <br />every few minutes, and there they lie <br />to linger as long as they can. <br /> <br />Your knees <br />move a little farther apart. <br />as you jiggle and swing your keys, <br />to give you an idea on how to start. <br /> <br />You get comfortable and so do I. <br />You don't know what you're doing yet. <br />And neither do I, without a smile on which to rely. <br />Our sanity is fine; it's self-control that is we haven't kept. <br /> <br />We're so ungrounded and shaky, <br />the wind will snatch us up any minute. <br />I guess this the hurricane of spontaneity; <br />You're sincere so I can't see any wrong in it. <br /> <br />Then suddenly, I know your next move and the plan, <br />before you even know yourself. <br />Gently and without insinuation, you are taking my hand <br />And deciding to comfort me because for me, there is no one else.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/know-what-you-re-doing/
