by Wednesday, February 20, 2008

He walks my way

Unsuspecting of him I am waiting for that flash of brown to meet mine.

I can’t breathe so I divert my glare from all of which I wish to contain, I can’t stand the disconnection. He doesn’t know I wish to contain his stare and tell stories of unlived colors within. I yearn one moment to look beyond the flesh and into the soul I believe could stir mine. Unmoved for so long, I had forgotten all of which I had contained at some time.


I have become victim of a circumstance my mind and his kiss has created for me. I am blind and thoughtless to all that doesn’t concern him.

I ask the things of seriousness …

Would I pray for him … was it he that I prayed for?

What does he contain?

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