The Heat of the Moment

I caught your eyes,
my breath was drawn.
In the heat of the moment
I saw something in them.

I held your look,
I dreamed of us - together.
In the heat of the moment
I felt something between us.

I turn,
the heat is gone;
your look tells me so.
Hot flames of embarrassment consume my face,
this is the only heat I'll know.


- written at age 15, some things don't change though

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Note: this poem is part of a collection, to read more please see: "poems from the past"  E: poems written as a child and teen .