our thighs are pressed against each other
your arm draped across my back
the sun dapples through the trees
across your face inches from mine
as you glance at me and glance away.
my legs scrape across the bark of the tree
sticking out the side of the steep hill
where the land gives way for the brook,
the handful of trees that us city kids call a forest.
your finger brushes against the freckles on my pale skin
tracing figure eights and infinities
and i watch your fingers dance as my heart flutters into my throat.
a blush creeps across your cheeks and you smile.
can i kiss you?
yes.
