Nervous love

by Mark

They never spoke
I love you
But for few moments-
Silouetees in time.

They spoke them
with quivering cheeks
waiting for quelling hands
sending I know reciprocated
by sheen eyed kisses.

They felt their bodies tremble
Uttering words suburge in
Emotional ponds seasoned
With years of togetherness.

They were nervous their
Spark would slush towards
risk-less ordeals, morning tasks on auto:
toothpaste, toothbrush, circular motions.
I love you was all risk all joy.

-Mark J