Sonnet for Poetry Month #6

Remember that night? Waiting for a friend
To appear, we stood by in the lobby.
We were apart, each on the other end
Of the room, and I felt you watching me.
In the next moment, you approached due west,
Stood near for a moment, then squeezing by,
Pressing to get past my white cotton chest,
Your arm brushing against my breasts, and I
Stared in amazement: it was not crowded -
There was no need for you to play the cat
Begging for milk from his mistress. My head
Exploded but nobody noticed that.
Later that night you kissed my hand. Oh please!
Recover from this hateful mute disease.