Electrical Storms in Their Veins

She likes him, 
you can see it on her face.
She likes him, 
her eyes follow him all over the place.

He likes her,
he tries to get her to laugh and smile.
He likes her, 
the way he watches her, lost for a little while.

That smile makes him happy and content,
brief interlude of response, 
transmitted intent, 
that back and forth between the both of them, 
all that adolsescent tension,
giggles and smiles, 
electric desire to touch and be touched,
unspoken but out in the open, 
midriff shirt, 
tight b;ue jeans, 
all that summer heat building on the horizon, 
now so near, 
still so far away, 
for now, 
felt in small interludes and small interactions from one to another. 

T.S. Deary 
4/30/25