Blush

Our heart
Throbs our
Palms moisten
And that’s not the
Half of it when we flirt
Seriously to the point where
We blush unable to slow our pulse
Or heart rate or untangle our words
Too caught up in emotion to plan
Calculate or even lie well but
Caught up in feelings we
Blunder word to word
Our hopes and any
Fears plain to any
But the one who
Is just as much
A fool of love
As we but
Neither
Of us
Can
Stop.