10 Minute Prompt: Write about the "who" that your love can ignite (write-a-thon edition)

The Gardener’s Girl

Your rough hands softened on knots of pulled ivy
Your face the shade of a freshly unwrapped
horse-chestnut, those
Flirtatious crinkles near your nose
smile when you look up from your task,
Sunrise in the corner of your eyes.
Your ear nudges your hair aside
to get a better look at me.
You stare me in the face while I
try to be earnest
I watch your chest rise and stop.
You are waiting for the words
you want to hear.
You lick your lips and the sun dances
on the tip of your tongue.
You are the patience of February
waiting for April.
Your hands stay busy
cutting and plucking ivy
but every nerve is a well-tuned string
to be plucked, a song to be played
waiting, wanting to be touched.