Will our inhibitions keep us stuck in a rut?
What right do they have to mess with us?
Is this what it means by leaping in faith?
But what if we’re frozen stiff at the gate?
How do we propel ourselves into momentum?
Does speaking in code assure of same intentions?
I know desire to kiss you coaxes temptation
But is your approval implied by arrival’s attestation?
If reached out my hand, would you offer yours, too?
If counted one to three, would we crash into
Each other, bonk heads, then laugh all jittery?
I’d like to be smooth, yet awkward is temporary
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