Something Stirring

Something Stirring

She was nothing to look at until once he saw her

floral swishprint kissy pert ankled frock dress

tie-dyed strict against half empty treasure chest:

not much to observe, he was willing to swear

to loose those feelings time jealously detained

ink stamped forests far from breadcrumb trails

in want of her eyelash sun-splashed smiles:

forecasting flash floods of warm summer rain

still now here she is again not up close or flirty

and he must have misremembered all the moves

laying out that ancient chessboard set up to lose:

melting her white on black eyed sighs for mercy

and it must must come feel it slow full forming

every next morning their corridor blushing

pauses catch wink-blown kisses slow rushing:

brush against shy blissed, ice rink tumbling

into oncoming headlonging hurricanes wild whirl

into dreamed mad fantasies bank buff reasons

into what can’t never be bringing only soft seasons:

until she clasps his slippery hand, boy on girl

trust in time push until it gives push open wide

and love left inside she shoulders him then cries

fluid smooth together lift like clouds and fly:

No. Nothing to look at until she saw him sigh.