thoughts: a portrait

A Portrait

He approaches her, stubbornly

determined steps to reach her. 

Uncertainty still, clouds his head 

yet something pulls him forward.

She waits. 

One.

Two.

Three.

His hand reaches out, grasps for her. 

He looks to her. Her eyes. Through her eyes.

Eyes lock, in that moment that seems forever. 

And pulls.

Her lips to meet his. 

A brush. So softly. A caress.

Her eyes wide but immediately surrenders. 

To the moment. 

Eyes flutter close, freely giving in. 

His eyes follow. Close. 

Still unknowing. Only of the moment. 

She falls into the dream of the kiss

as he is left to discover on his own.

Of his feelings. 

And then he does. 

A dawning; understanding.

His eyes open with focus,

and everything stills.

Hands hovering. One.

A choice. Two.

Realization. Three.

And they close over her. 

An embrace. 

Of feelings.

An unspoken confession.