Unlocked.
My favorite looking glass reflects you
I’m there too
I can’t help myself
All the conversations, social humming
Fade
All I see is the growing tide in your eyes
Without even a word
All that needs to be said is heard
Captive in the glass
Your gaze
Telling me tales
Spinning ideas
I’m trying to be collected
But my thoughts have been shuffled
To move or glance away is giving up
So I accept the challenge
Let you reel me in
While I let go, looking forward
the possibilities are too amazing
too numerous
to mention here
exuberance
is granted
exhilaration
is understood
the promise of summer
with its shedding of layers
down to skin
the heat and wonder
familiar tale
old as the hills
still surprising
gripping
moving quickly
scenery rushing past
like cool water
hair pushed back
by the wind
anything could be coming
lying on the path
begging to be part
the journey
from still thought
to terrific turbulence
the ride of their lives
gloriously taken
with eyes closed
The thinly veiled anger was quickly turning into a want unlike any other
He could taste her from across the room
Knew exactly how her favorite spot behind her ear would smell
Berries and leather
He tried to turn away but found he could not
Fascinated
He could only look on as she navigated the thirsty throngs
They seemed to sense her sweetness
He felt his foot take a step forward
On its own, with no direction from his head
At least not from the one he needed to use
This was not going to lead anywhere good
But she was getting closer in his sights
Which meant he was still moving
And he could now hear her throaty laugh
As it rippled right up his spine
He may have pushed someone out of the way
As he could not pretend to focus anywhere else
He was a predator
But she was already holding him captive
His heart bounced down to his stomach and back again
As she slowly turned and looked his way
With what kind of look?
He rummaged through his rolodex of her emotions
Was she hopeful and happy to see him
He tried to breathe and feel hope simultaneously
His anger at seeing her without him was dropping away
Like layers of clothes being shed at warp speed
He was completely led by something besides logic
Beyond hurt or history
Taking his final steps to meet her
She smiled and took his hand
I was kept carefully tucked away
He said it was like a fine wine to be savored
I felt it was more the embarrassing condition he had to hide
Waiting in the dark was not so terrible
When I knew the light washing over me would be glorious
It was enough to keep going
For awhile
Light and dark don’t like to keep apart for long
They spill into each other
Exposing all secrets
When people could see
All would be empty
Colorless
Fleeting
So each night was taken and drained
Every drop accounted for
And I was kept tucked away
The window was open
So she climbed in
He awaited her in the dark
You look different, he said
You feel the same, she said
Long shadows from the moon sliver
Led them to their common ground
Where they could begin
Again and again
With velvet touches
Whispers matching the sultry night
This is one time softness is a gift
When the shell is allowed to crack
Without fear of any future
But fear of everything else at bay
Now is not the time for thought
No conversation needed
The needle sinks into the record’s groove
And they’re played
Again and again
Too soon she’s walking down the hill
While he watches from the window
Their song will play another day
They will ride the well-worn groove
Again and again.
The Word Rummager 