Your arms offer no relief from the stagnant summer air
Yet I find myself staring still, imagining their embrace
How it would feel to lay a hand against them 
Beyond a casual fingertip brush as friends.

I know you see it in me, and reflect it back threefold
Curiosity mingled with something deeper
Never quite allowing it to surface and cross your face
But when it does, I will be ready

*For R*