Hermetic system

A Poem by a_methyste

Watching her standing; He was aware He did not know; What was she thinking now? Maybe she was hungry; Maybe she had had a bad day; Maybe she was attracted to somebody;

Watching her standing;
He was aware
He did not know;
What was she thinking now?
Maybe she was hungry;
Maybe she had had a bad day;
Maybe she was attracted to somebody;
There were an infinite possibilities
In front of him,
And she stood there,
As a hermetic system;
A still isle;
Seeing her still;
Her hair covered her face,
And her skin was reddened by the heat in the room;
Half laying in the sofa;
And him staying in his chair;
Two aisles;
Silent;
Glittering under the silver moon;