Who in his right mind
Would reject her,
Out of control hormones
Going crazy
With each posted picture
Or text,
Going into a faint
Like a teenager
Desperate not to stare
Too deeply into the eyes
That stare back
From my cell phone
Fearing she might
Swallow me whole
All these years later
Grateful for even
The briefest glimpse
like Narsissist
staring
into a pool,
seeing her instead
of myself
feeling a twinge
of an ache
I assumed long gone
Not hunger
Not now,
But the glimpse
Of something fleeting
And precious,
And yes,
Still as mysterious
As it ever was.
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