Basketball Game

Your swift, bolting movement across the court
A marble squeaking beneath the feet of the athletes beside you
Sky blue and red flashes from one net to another
And if I tried to take my eyes off you my mind would yell and yell

Right across from each other
On opposite sides, you winked your eye I knew it was for me because after my blushing and a look down to my feet your stare was still there
I thought I've written about something like this before, but I swear I swear I haven't
My fingers can't type the words fast enough
My head can't compile the sentences
My heart
My heart
But is it in my heart where I feel this ?
This push and pull, and please please please say you feel it too

We've been trained
Told that it is in our hearts where the lovers are felt
Where the passion beats
Where the need stays

Maybe it's because the heart is the one thing we can feel functioning inside of us
If we allow it to, that is
Maybe it's because the heart is written in all of the books
All of the movies
All of the classic literature
One of mom's favorite thing's about you is that you want to be an English Professor

What if instead it was all of us
All of our body, not just the beating of our hearts which felt this thumping
Thumping of your feet from the shower to your bedroom
Thumping of the three squeezes you give my hand
Squeeze squeeze squeeze
I            Love    You

Instead it was everywhere
The warmth in our cheeks and lower backs when we walk in from the coldness of the streets
Into the christmas tree lit living room
Instead I felt it in the heat of the pan as I made you dinner at 1am
I felt it in the reflection of our faces upon the computer screen
More pictures to add to the collection we already have
I felt it in the seaming of the couch which we fell asleep on
I felt it in the middle of the night
In my neck as your breath hummed against it

I feel it in every move
I've never wanted to have something so bad
Never been so driven to have this
This This
You
You and I are squeezing each others hands in the car
And we're kissing at red lights
And I feel my heart thumping
Not just my heart
I feel the seams of the couch kissing my shoulders like you did

A swift bolting movement across the court
And with every basket made I wished for you to be mine again