My pulse stops
when your name captures
the top of my screen…the flutter
of butterflies when our
eyes latch,
the disappearance
of clock hands
replaced by mine
resting in yours,
and a padlock in my chest
that you grasp tenderly.
Your nose crinkles
and creases appear
by your emerald yet
sky blue dusted eyes
as we stay
in silence–
only your slight
giggle filling
our ears.