Reverse

standing there in the interval

dressed to the nines

in my concert dress

with a cup of tea in one hand

you made me feel naked

engrossed in conversation

turning round to see you

like snow in summer

your unexpected sight

jolting me to the core

I think we spoke more

with words unsaid

than any verbalized utterance

a knowing glance

your pale hand on my arm

unable to place your age

the sneaky grays in your hair

disconcerting me

my foolish, clumsy youth

the elephant in the room

remembered you taught me to waltz

with a gentle grasp

and relaxed smile

the proximity of our bodies

a new, strange sensation

confident to step around the floor

shaking to shimmering beats

but unsure of where the line is

that we might might step over too

a intoxicating mix of guilt and reticence

learning the shape, smell, touch

of a man again

frightens me

like coming out in reverse

seems like a betrayal

but also a doubt

knowing that nothing can ever be

labelled as one thing forever

happy to float eternally in the grey

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Reviews

[Robin]

I like the sense of rediscovery and the questions and answers that it instills within ones heart ~ great writing