I said a quick good bye and you nodded yes, your eyes like a dark, solid wall. I went back to fixing my bag. The next thing I knew you were walking towards me and time all too suddenly went slow-mo mode like in the movies. Your eyes so near, they say a million things; like deep pools of meanings. Those few seconds we stared at each other's eyes seemed so long. You stared at me and I was drawn… magnetized… hypnotised. You held my hands and I held your hands, too. Not touched…but held. You leaned forward to kiss my cheek and I don't know what force made me lean back to kiss you back. It was magic. And as if suddenly waking up, we both moved away. Walking away, I caught your eyes looking back at my direction.
What was that?!
I was wondering that afternoon why I caught no poetry drenching the already drenched red earth, or the moist air, or the fickle rain… Why is nature suddenly stingy with her metaphors?
Surprise! Surprise! I found out later that evening that the poetry would be your eyes.
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All I know about you is your name. And your face that I cannot forget. Your gaze; the way your eyes seemed so infinite when you looked at me. (Yes. How can I not remember your eyes, the way they held me immobile?)
But will this vessel hold water? Must I begin when I know it will end as quickly as it started? Will I touch something I cannot hold? Will you?
What was that?!
I was wondering that afternoon why I caught no poetry drenching the already drenched red earth, or the moist air, or the fickle rain… Why is nature suddenly stingy with her metaphors?
Surprise! Surprise! I found out later that evening that the poetry would be your eyes.
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...
All I know about you is your name. And your face that I cannot forget. Your gaze; the way your eyes seemed so infinite when you looked at me. (Yes. How can I not remember your eyes, the way they held me immobile?)
But will this vessel hold water? Must I begin when I know it will end as quickly as it started? Will I touch something I cannot hold? Will you?