I walked through the art museum this year looking at the fancy sculptures.

There was this one and that.
There was one that looked just like Jesus Christ.
There were tall ones and short, a matador, a mayor, a ballet dancer.
There were ones that represented life and death.

There was one that felt like Christmas morning that moved
When I looked at it long enough.
I’m not sure that it knew what to do with me.
I didn’t know what to do with me.

I took to capturing her with my digital mind camera, and she ran away.
Photo shy perhaps or tired of sitting still for as long as its been,
I chased after her with my ears pinned back and my admission pass
flapping fast from my neck. The story this one would make.

Turning corners she would slide hard her feet too smooth
Just like watching the animated animals in old cartoons.
She would slide so hard it gave me a chance to catch up.
Each stride she took, brought my curiosity to all-time highs

I faintly remember wishing that I’d wore better shoes.
I could never have seen this coming though.
I could never have smelled her in the air.
She’s a thousand layers of polish, she’s effortless.

I’m not sure but I’m 100% positive that I saw her heart pounding through her shell.
Scared perhaps of what could become of motion,
She is movement through the mine field.
Dangerous she’s safe, she’s a man’s Bermuda triangle stealing.

I wanted her now.
I didn’t want to, considering the obstacles to overcome, but,
She was hidden perfection dipped in bronze
Melted down and put back together by some kind man’s touch.

She was everything I used to draw in 2nd grade art class
When marriage meant nothing more than finding the prettiest girl.
She was so many steps forward she was charging through doors.
She slowed down, she walked into my living room.

Outlasted and overcome I did my best to keep up.
She’s in great shape, she’s all of the fine details people leave out when in a hurry.
I followed her trail to the house sparks burning up the boulevards.
I walked into my living room.

She stood still frozen like a block of fresh golden ice.
I walked up to her heated and ready to torch the walls.
I could taste her thinking about giving it all away to maybe stay.
She was real, waiting for what felt like centuries to feel.

Now she sits on my couch,
Laughs and smiles like the rest.
She swims across my mattress,
We kiss hard in the rain.

11/08/2009

Author's Note: when i watch you take a breath, i know we're going everywhere

Posted on 11/08/2009
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