The Date
It ran down, past my chin
It slid behind my shirt
Scurried past my belt
Sneaked down my leg –
Last seen heading for the door.
I still held the cap
Caught, ready to pour.
My friend, the bottle
Was filled with a Polish brew
Surprising and potent
The disclaimer I knew.
In your eyes I caught a sparkle
Almost felt your hand run through your hair…
In that moment you were a confidant – not a foe.
Yet in spite the invitation
I had nowhere to go.
Here was a parity,
A match of true worth.
So I steadied my hand
And with a deep breath –
I ventured forth.
4 comments:
And as the light touches your face,
Warmth of which you had self-deprived,
Your senses dancing and searing through you,
You see, all along, you had been alive.
Julala, with the Midas touch!
lol....
so it changed from turning people to stone with a single glance...to everything I touch turns to gold?
hehe....wish the latter was true :o)
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