Footsteps in the Hallway

well... ya know.

If i can remember right, I
was attempting to play my guitar.
So well did the homie and I play,
that the number of dancers
was a whopping
zero.

Then, a silhouette in the doorway
followed the sounds of footsteps in the hallway.

Then, following the air of excitement,
walked in a girl.

Our eyes met
and if no one
was dancing before,
now our hearts
dancing
made two.

The rules of encounter
showed through
though
if only at first.
She introduced herself and so did I,
right before she walked right back out the door.

I wondered if she felt
what i just had.
I wondered if she felt the tremble
in the shake of our hands.

I wasn't about to be
the only one
though.

So, soon she came back.
I was happy
but careful
not to let my eyes show that fact.

The minutes then passed.
Our eyes took the job from our hearts
and everywhere
but towards each other, they danced.

With every averted glance,
and every unspoken word,
the beast in our chests
beat even louder against the cage of our ribs.

Until there was nothing to be done.

The hallway emptied, and we were alone.
My thoughts screamed so loud
I was sure
that the silence, they'd pierce.
She stared at a bottle,
and I at the wall.

"Will you open this bottle? I can't do it myself"

"...of course"

The last words i remember.
Because our eyes finally met
and our hearts took back over.

The hours passed and
every thump from our chest
was a tug
and the inches between
soon didn't exist.

Author's Note

say what you want, honestly, i just wanna hear what you think

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

I'm not sure if my rating was left...
I scored it perfect.

[Pegs Van Damme]

i've been waiting for the perfect idea of a gift to give the girl who this poem is centered around. You've just made my decision clear.

[Matching Socks]

And????
Is it top secret?

[Matching Socks]

Omg, the poem, of course.... :-)

[Pegs Van Damme]

lol, well now its on the internet, the whole world knows ;). but yeah...definitely the poem with a flower or three

[Matching Socks]

Awww. That's sweet. :-)

[Matching Socks]

I feel like I've just been a fly on a wall.
And I really love what I've witnessed.
Great story telling style here, flawless imagery.
Very fine poem.

[Chris]

A storytelling moment... progressed well. It "felt" right and real - not memorex.