standing toe to toe
eyes daring
the other to go
cold aggressive glares
bodies waiting
ready for the flare
intake of air
and simultaneously
muscles ignite
veins alight
in adrenaline
as questions
and hesitance
are replaced
with  **now

sun browned skin
wild haired girl
barefoot running
ducking  touching collecting watching
alone
laughing dreaming

dreaming

barefoot green eyed
wild girl
chasing

*chasing what?

I wear not my heart on my sleeve.
Its weight tears even the strongest of fabrics

I say not those words you saw dance across my face
they are to thick for air to hold
(and my tongue is often a traitor)

But if you really want me
you will find me
in the the silence and the moments
after eyes catch and before pretenses begin.

As I am the offspring
of many a fantasy novel, and science fiction adventure, of horrific foes in all shapes and personalities, a child of heroes, damsels in distress and warrior princesses -

Naturally -

I expected a certain order to things.
I may have been
mistaken.

intrigue
ignites quickly in me
as I search for
a word
a glance
a quietly whispered
GO!
to unleash
the patiently pacing
girl
who wants nothing less
than the world, or just her freedom.

but the seconds, days,years
pass
False alarms or missed moments?

*both are frequent

The silence in my head/hands is deafening.
My head and hands jump
from full, brimming,
chaos -

To empty, dry
silence.

Parched, drained,
The only poetry left
is this silence.

*and I will give it all to you. if you'll have it.