Nervous and shaking,
He claps his hands around her
If for a second mistaking
The inherent nature of the embrace,
A depart, not by her part,
A mistake.
Confusion Abounds
Does she like him so?
His arms should circle and surround
The clumsy effort he makes
One of self-deprecation,
And admittedly, self-hate.
Something deeper perhaps?
With posture and demeanor,
Showing more than circumstance.
