what transpired inside

after seeing him, elfin



-standing running jumping stepping skipping hopping standing-

in place.

stagnant.  not progressing.  a definite lack of definitive

m  o  v  e  m  e  n  t.

observe: the two {embracing} silhouettes on the shore look divine-

but i would like it better if one of them were mine.



quick slip slide i

let the moment pass me by.

thought i could hold it quivering

in my palms like jell-o till it melted but

it oozed right through the gaps between my fingers, and

left a candyblood crimson stain behind.

airtight: attempted, failed. try again when the stakes are lower.



i want to tell him that i 

think he is electric but 

that would get me nowhere.

when i watch swift hands pounding so

right with rhythm i writhe in

longing to be his very own

faeriedancer princess.

alas, they always have one already;

no need to audition for a part long since filled.

growing weary- gifts to offer left untaken

burden me with their weight,

drag me down like a dead lead heavy wrench.



can you outdrive desire?

eighty, ninety, one hundred thirty two-

at what speed will it drop onto the pavement

like skis fallen due to improper tying?

however quick i tried to fly, it wasn’t fast enough, 

‘cause here i am-

shimmering aglow

 with the elfin radiance of which he’s composed

still lighting up my mind,

illuminating eyes, lips, mystical voice-

a myriad of parts that passes fleetingly

through my dimension and keeps me striving

 to catch a handful of sparks.

               yes-          just a single handful of sparks, if i could bury them

           deep enough within my heart chakra, surely would suffice.