Hush. A heart-stopping secret
Butterflies flush. A lingering dread
Blood rush. A budding regret
Lips brush. An invisible thread
Warm mush; sweet nectar flood.

Bewitched puppets, twisting necks
Skulls dance. The whirling black---
Hair tufts in a gripping clasp.
​Hearts prance. No turning back.
Both steal glances. Lips draw back.

Burning blushes, drooping heads
Away the thread is tucked.
As they timidly wonder if it's love.