Gelato

A glance – a Wonder,
A maybe,
Like dark chocolate gelato,
Deliciously decadent, untouched,
Waiting in my freezer,
A possibility,
Will I seize the chance,
Of something … amazing.

From the corner of my eye – a vision.
Her confidence
Her ownership of self –
Total command.
Maybe I’ll meet her.

The look-electric,
The dress-sophisticated,
A silhouette that lingers
Where did she emerge?
Who is she?
A spark of intrigue.

I’m curious-
The cat’s got nothing on me
Is she real, this vision?
If I could just touch,
Be bold-
Maybe a finger bump,
A chance to explore.

A magnet strides in-
Do opposites attract?
More than tension,
Is it fate?

There’s a threshold to cross-
extend my hand,
say, *Hi. I’m Captivated*

I’m fascinated!
On the edge.
Is it a dream?
It’s not a chase.
It’s an unfolding
A woman of interest?
A possibility?
A person I could …
love.

Always a maybe –
Her peace, her compassion
The love she gives others.

Like gelato in my freezer,
Untouched, tempting,
I see her,
From the corner of my eye.
Maybe,
Holding my breath,
I’ll learn who you are.

What follows *Hi!*?
An awkward hope.

But your Voice
I hear in the distance
A whisper
In my ear.
Should I take a breath
Or,
Take a leap?

The delicious uncertainty,
Of Maybe.

The Soul
of relationship.

I have a dark chocolate gelato
(Deliciously decadent)
In the freezer
Been there for over a year.
Which should I pursue?
Or should I share-
the indulgence of you, and gelato?