I went to hold her hand

I had to make the journey
over the armrest
in the dark

  There would be no half-measures
No creeping along
like a bogan ant

I waited about an hour
 It was an arthouse movie
with hardly any plot …

( lucky )

I could barely concentr a t e

  I was good old fashioned nervous
 
Songs
  were
    right

     love was  < e l e c t r i f y i n g >

// TerrificAmazing
worth all
the risk //

My tactic was to wait
fight or flight !
I like to think
   the long game > >

I went fishing
for warmth 
—  a skill tester claw
  soft and romantic

A
tired
careful
flutter boy
eager for a
lily pad of
beauty

I fired my left hand
             

             out of a cannon

It bounded
  slow motion
 . uʍop ǝpısdn

An ink silent pirouette

an upturned craft
splayed ballerina //

// wreckage of interest (pale)
at rest
on her dress
(blue)

I opened my
offer
 _{of courage}

  she took it and smiled 🦋

^{Artwork by K. Tilley}