Silhouette

 “See ya later, kid” his husky voice
Trembled through the air
Standing in the door
His silhouette backlit by
The dyeing suns rays
Eyes Eating chunks
Pathways through
Her heart and soul

“Why do you always call me that?”
 Her soft question
Hangs for a moment
Before his smile lights
The room displacing
The shadows

“Because you are a child in many ways…”
 Her head lowers, moisture gathers in
The corners of deep blue eyes
Slides down the cheek
As she mutters her denial
Placing herself on trial
For innocence lost
Squandered in the
Long ago

Gentle fingers lift a tear
Moist chin, hesitant orbs
Peer deeply into mistily fogged
 Echoes….
How deep can you look,
Into the eyes of another
How do you hide what Is there from sight
Her eyes close on secrets
Held close

Only to open slowly, wonderingly
As hands on her back pull her tenderly
Closer, no questions, no promises,
Nothing asked as honey pours
Freely, sweetening the air
Between silhouettes
On the threshold
Of a door
That is open
Once more

6/20/02

06/01/2003

Posted on 06/02/2003
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