Quiet Hour

He battles himself every time he's near me
I can see it in the way his jaw tightens
As if he's holding back something that wants to break free
It would break something open in him, in us

He stands too close, close enough that the heat of him wraps around me
Close enough that my body leans in without permission
He hovers there, one second too long, one breath too deep, the air turns electric
Then he pulls back, sharp and tense, like he's afraid of what he'll do if he stays

But the truth is already written in the space between us
We both feel it - the passion, the pull, the heat
The heat that rises every time our eyes lock
No matter how hard we try to pretend we're not thinking the same thing

I ache for him to be weak... just once
To let the battle inside him slip
To grab my waist with the urgency I feel in him
and finally kiss me
The way he's imagined, the way he's been holding back

One kiss - that's all it would take to shatter the question within
To know if this is just desire burning hot and wild,
Or something deeper, something real,
Something that's been building in every lingering touch

One moment of weakness from him
One moment of surrender from us both
We'd finally know what this fire really is
And maybe that's exactly what scares him