Collide

Our bodies collided somewhere
between morning coffee
and afternoon
classes, collapsing to the floor
in a heap of limbs and
books, taking the
breath from my
lungs.

Blushing, she collected herself,
her books, and excused
herself to a classroom
crowded with half sleeping
teenagers, wishing
for the comfort of their
beds and a lover’s
arms.

The bell sounds in the distance,
but my heart is beating
for the feeling of her body
resting against mine
once more.