an engraving, drawing, photograph, or the like
that is shaded off gradually at the edges so as
to leave no definite line at the border. Or
a moment in time, without concern for the moments
that came before or after.


and then the clock struck twelve.
We turned, still close,
our breath showing before our faces,
...small puffs of faerie fire.
Moths danced around the street lamps,
tiny pixies in a mad revelry.
We sat there,
......looking,
and eventually parted arms,
...........and then ways.
As I watched her,
slowly walking away, I wanted to
...............cry out
but my tiny voice shrank back.
I barely could force out a whisper,
"Maybe I could have loved you."

Through the clouds above,
a single star might have been visible...
but that was for another night.

~

and when you closed your eyes, was there
any chance that you saw me?
Your eyes -
.............those entrancing pools
jade and moss -
................they're seared
onto my memory, tattooed inside my ribs.
And your smile -
.................the small twitch of
your mouth, and the glow to your eyes -
that smile stole so many moments,
a forever of thoughts.
But I sat here, then,
staring into those eyes, lost.
I always wanted to be in a place
like this.

~

but this was another night.
We walked, talking quietly,
discussing varieties of nothing,
laughing. I watched her
through the eyes in the back of my head,
painfully aware that I wanted
nothing more than to vanish
with her. We crossed streets,
vaulted the Crab nebula, taunted Orion,
jumped fences, but never got
any closer to my
destination. So I stared,
and watched my eyes burn.

10/12/2009

Posted on 10/12/2009
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