Pinball

I'm quite confused with
the way you make me feel.
I don't know how your skin would feel
under the palm of my hand,
or how it would feel once
your fingers intertwine with mine;
but just by thinking of it
turns my stomach into knots.
All I could probably compare it to
was with a game of pinball
in a crowded room.
I try to keep myself afloat
with sweaty palms
and a heart ready to explode.
Waiting for your hands to cover mine -
to take in charge on breaking my fall.
Keep me alive and I promise you,
the rest of it is yours to keep.