don't let me pretend this moment isn't too tiring.

Her full weight balances gracefully on my nervous

knee. I remember perfectly that motionless pull

her aroma offered, her hair draws me in a quiet

trance - keep back, who's the snake charmer

here? She talks to our friends nearby, none

surprised by her actions, alighting like this on me,

none upset or making excuses, explaining - yet,

I am a victim of a joke, misunderstanding? No.

The vision is too real to ignore, she skims the waters

without the tiniest fray of her dress touching.

I am too close to the flame. Her wonderfully long

swarthy tides, a raging ocean clapping waves

against the steer of my hand at night, and her

back, a protective door I sit behind - a moment

more and I'd embrace her, my arm around her waist,

but who knows - i don't think i'll figure out this thing,

the exquisite timing of life, a friend takes her away,

"come see this," or other -- the mystery is still

there, the impression of my rumpled clothes, my

rumpled wrinkled heart, its been used - the slender

following of my eyes as she walks away.

Reviews

[Kristina Moulaison]

I am entranced again by your words...total fan girl right here!

[J]

omg i canna believe you've posted something -- so you so you

and you've not lost your edge one darn bit, not one. you stop my breath in mid-exhale as you open wide heart and let us look ... your innate skill at stopping one elegant moment to detail the minutia of this lovely sitting on your lap and the riotous awareness of the effects all around you . . . and darling you trying to stay afloat so they can't see the slender vulnerability in the following of your eyes

oh you are the master. thank you for sharing this small slice. hope all is well w/you g. :)