Tuesday, December 8, 2009

the first words in a while

at one time it was mysterious
details were like found notes
an overheard conversation
like spying on you from invisible places
only estimations of facts
creative links from one story to another
letting the inside seep to the outside
but only in glimpses
flashbulbs of clarity
exhales of honesty
returning to darkness where secrets live safely
someone turned a light on
initially I cowered
you hid, pretended you could not see me
frantically searching for unflattering angles
pulling and readjusting myself over myself
and back again to where all our thoughts lay exposed
allowing the image to fade into real time
cracks began to show
without hidden meanings
without messages to decode
only a beautiful reality of vulnerability
between two hearts
bruised once, healing nicely
bruised twice, careful but captivating
at one time it was mysterious
organically growing into
something like holding heartbeats

1 comment:

E. Amato said...

you are a magical writer.