what would happen
if i traced the words
i want you
on the back of your hand
pushed my chair just a bit closer
and let my knee
barely touch yours
under this table

what would you say
if my eyes lingered at your lips
and saw myself kissing them
before lifting my gaze to match your own
and bringing the corner of my hungry mouth
up oh-so-slightly
just enough to tell you what I'm thinking

what would we do
if the strap on my dress
slipped down my shoulder
of its own accord
and i left it there
curling around my arm
just like i want your fingers to

what would happen
if i invaded this space between us
gave you the chance for only a fleeting moment
to touch me as I hope you want to
would you let me in
or would your fingertips drop to the band
golden around your finger
twisting it slowly
as you walk away