I wished to ask

Timidity overwhelms me.

I think of asking
for a bit of your smile,
an oblique stare,
a halfspoken word with tenderness in your laughter,
a moment of your elegant neck
in the light of half light.
Seeing that you are a goddess
of the first spring flower,
so delicate and yet so strong to defy
the heartlessness of winter,
I let timidity overwhelm me.

And though I forever wish to
bathe in your elegance,
                 in your presence,
I let timidity intimidate me.