You looked stern
In a waxy, weary-faced
Kind of way

Perhaps not the image
You wanted to convey
Your first time onstage
But maybe the honest one
And you were always that.

You had me wondering if
Wonderland was all it was
Cracked up to be. But I also
Knew if there was something
Wrong you would have found
Some way to tell me.

By the way, stern and waxy
Did not do a damned thing to
Make you less beautiful

And my heart was in my throat
Clamoring for an exit when
You appeared to speak your lines.

Practical, ever practical
Bringing it back to where
It mattered and where I
Knew your heart and head
Were always in congruency.

So you didn’t surprise me,
Not one bit. But boy,
Did you remind me
How easily you and you alone
Could always ignite the flame.

08/14/2013

Posted on 08/14/2013
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