Hands like the morning grass, damp.
Mouth like the Sahara’s ground, dry.
Stomach like a nervous dog, shaking,
As the man approaches the woman.
Trying to speak, voice shakes, stutters.
The mind that’s in the head, blank.
He tries to ask her out,
Unsure of her intentions.
What am I going to say?
How will she respond?
Will her answer be yes?
Will her answer be no?
She turns my way,
What did she say?
Will I wait another day?