(Untitled- so far) august 2007

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.))))))