Like a thunderstorm in the midnight hour, you shocked me.
The words flew out of your mouth like caged canaries getting their first taste of freedom.
My voice rang out like a climber summiting his first mountain.
Easy and cool, you swayed in the wind of my compliments. Taking the hem of your dress, we danced softly in the breeze.
I was locked in place like a child in a very competitive game of Freeze Tag.
Young hearts were free that afternoon.
We took the clouds and saddled them, like a storybook where strangers aren't scary. Where the human heart leans towards better things.
It was easy when I could see your face. Now I see your words and I'm better for it.
I want to hold you like mine were the last arms in the world.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Neither Here Nor There
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Poems,
Stream of Consciousness
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