Sweaty Saliva

You’re scared to spell out the words as is

Scared she might hear a different thing

Or worse get upset at the sound of it

You fear you might jeopardize everything

You fear you’ve fallen and she hasn’t

Maybe not yet, maybe never

And what’s worse than falling alone?

Right now, your mouth is a pool of sweaty saliva

And fate holds no hope for you

You thought it would be seamless and easy

At least, “Titanic” told you so

But hey, it’s your first time

And first time’s are always bone shaking

Nerve rattling and goose bumping

And for yet another countless time you said

“Maybe not today”

You’ve fallen your hands again

Now you’ll leave with your swag limping