Shameless

I cleared my throat and you turned towards me,

twin pools of cobalt sky,

limpid and glass-bright in the midday glare.

I suddenly realized I was barely even conscious,

much less coherent.

After remembering the intricacies of inhalation,

I let my chin drop, an amalgamation of consonants messily spilling out.

Well meant and crudely constructed.

My tongue had never seemed like such a complicated machine --

but then again, you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

I said my bit and fled, desperately hoping you realized that my sentence in shambles

was only crumbling beneath the weight of an incredulous truth,

beneath something I suddenly had no way of vocalizing.

Before the instant evaporated I saw you smile,

your azure eyes brightening as you turned to go.

Even if I looked a fool, I gave you something.

Something good.