rebecca’s stumblin toward ecstasy
photo: red_04, Zita B, flickr
standing still suggests
his heart quakes a quiver
attempting to capture one
slippery scent of security
slightly retrospect
he turns and smiles
a warm touch remote
signals the lock of his heart
walking towards a
world a way
closer yet he comes
his soft blue shirt shimmers
just as before
not hardly a change
he now walks
soothingly slower
he bends his frame
encompasses my life
we start all over again
