Always a sort of Trembling, a nervousness
Held in secret, held back to protect her.
Her.
Perhaps she trembles too
Sometimes with joy
Flash
Smiles
No hinting
Sheer excitement
1 second
but in each 5th a new face
a new desire
a new secret
a new dream
new hope
tremendously fulfilling
Eyes Bright all the time, with surprise
like greeting a beautiful stranger
shocked with delight
cuz only she speaks that
Sacred, Secret language that connects them
and she speaks it with the clarity in her eyes.
a Picture a Snapshot
a Photo a Click
but not quick enough for hyper swinging
round, round and back again
like waking up in
free fall
fantastic skydive
but one second it’s a choice
the next, a push off the
precipice
And She looks back with that
Scared nervous questioning Horror
Sacred Eyes crying out “Who pushed me?”
And you’re afraid to tell her it was…
Always a sort of Trembling, a nervousness
Held in secret, held back to protect her.
…Her.
((((((((um blogger will probably screw up the spacing... i was sitting in dunn brothers trying to describe a feeling I get sometimes when Im looking at people.))))))
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