Speak To Me©

Speak To Me©

By Felina Silver Robinson

She sits in the bleachers biting her bottom lip

Telling herself this time he will see her

This time he will hear her

She nervously taps her foot against the parquet floor

Everyone’s eyes are upon her

Her long, blue satin, low-cut dress sways against her thin figure

Her 6 inch heels make her tower over all the other girls

All the guys are looking just at her

There is only one that she hopes to hear from

Her favorite song is bouncing off the hollow walls

She starts singing inside her head to

Giggles and whispers fill the room

Everyone is on the dance floor but her

In her boredom

She imagines being on the beach

Slipping into the crystal blue water

Swimming with the fish

There is a tap upon her shoulder

She hesitates before turning

Not certain that it will be him

After a moment he leans in

And kisses the softness of her skin

Gently upon her neck

Then she knows its him

A smile breaks upon her face

She turns into him

And says “speak to me”

Instead he plants a gentle kiss upon her lips

Suddenly the become lost among the bodies in the crowded room

Oblivious to all around them

Suddenly

Words no longer matter