"untwirling" poems
You ran your hands through your hair
Just as you do every day.
Closed your eyes for a moment
Took one last inhale
Before you shed your certainty.
You stood before me,
Vulnerable.
Your voice shaking,
The absence of confidence
Tangible.
I sat there in a daze,
Twirling my hair around a pencil
Then untwirling
And twirling it again.
And as your soul extended out to mine
I felt an internal warmth
A flutter through my core
Its tickles radiating through my face.
And as I turned to you
You were already there
Your eyes met mine
In a moment of silence
A moment of solitude
A smile painted along
Your beautiful face
As we simply stopped
And stared,
And started.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC