Hesitant

How easy
To sit
Here
Thinking,
Almost dreaming,
Of your hand
Brushing my face,
The warmth
Burning my cheek,
Of your smile,
Your laugh,
The spark of your eyes,
Of you knowing
That you are pushing,
Wondering how much
You can allow
Without saying yes.

How easy for me to sit,
Much easier,
Than approaching you again.