"she feels a poem......."
she feels a poem...
coming like a rainstorm
gathering thoughts like moisture
until the air is heavy and full
nearly to bursting.... and the sky darkens, gravel gray
tinged with irridescent yellow
the eerie light before a heavy downpour
her mind hovers, teasing
playing with each word
a feeling
wistful
drawn to a new glowing hearth
she considers
flirts
pirouettes to try it out
and giggles softly
considers again and steps closer
looking in the doorway
feeling her warmth
so kind and strong
inviting
ahhhhhhhh
compelling as fresh spring rain
draws one to breathe more deeply
she feels...
so much
so deeply...
suddenly she is a child running headlong toward
the most tender embrace.... a warm
safe place
gazing up into wise dark eyes
that hold her attention completely
she longs to wrap up the moment
in perfect summation
and laughs knowing it is not finished
it is too soon....
but she feels it coming
a quiet smile
as her mind begins to drift once more
sleepy, languid sighs...
ready to return to sleep
the poem tucked away
inside her heart's tumbler once again
where words and thoughts turn
over and over
without predjudice or judgment
until it is ready to pour
~ Erica ~ 10/02/2002