It’s the red rush of blood coursing through your veins.

It pumps with a fever, hot like the tides of lava.

Your cheeks flush and your palms sweat,

Your eyes gleam and your smile twists awkwardly,

And your heart rattles against your baited breath.

It beats in parallel with your heightened emotion --

Drumming out the song sung by many in a heated, passionate night

It also flutters with fear that your feeling will remain unrequited

You wipe the sweat from your palms,

Gulp down the air caught in your throat

Before you reach for their hands

You plunge

They meet

You hold

And you breathe

A gasp of fresh air accompanied by their scent

You’ve been saved, no longer drowning beneath the waves of your emotion.