Beneath a line of lashes,
Embers dim,
Catch me –
My eyes
Push a little harder,
Stalling thoughts;
I mustn’t think! –
To miss a blink is all:
Brain-cries –
I sense them –
Glisten
In a tear.
I can’t decipher –
Who’s to touch her? –
Reassure by
Nudging near.
The shoulder shows,
Taunts me;
Her slender neck –
It haunts me.
Should I move? –
Closer helps –
Distance isn’t necessary
In the frame of what is.
And risk:
Outside the box: the ‘What if? ‘
And you –
Trapped inside your call,
With me waiting on the waves
To question: ‘Will I fall? ‘
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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