You stand bare upon my doorstep
your face reminding me of the sun
so prematurely set;
Your hands hanging limply by your sides
curled ever so slightly,
a knitters yarn, lay below your arms -
nervous veins popping.
You look at me with your emerald eyes
tears welling up like the spring rains;
gray clouds hanging above -
Lips parting to let the thunder crash -
“May I,” you say, your voice
cracking and shuddering in the never-ending
pounding of my calculating stare.
I know you are thinking -
about what I am thinking.
Equating a response.
“come in?” You finally finish -
the words gone from your lips -
hanging in the damp air – still threatening
downpour.
The hallway beyond me rings out -
calling for your presence,
the house aches for our togetherness...
The bond we had created
by the tight welding of shackles;
we never had.
“No.” My lips whispered, amazed that
the word had escaped my throat.
The boy, standing on the porch -
now naked down to bare emotion -
glared at me, his eyes sparkling
mind obviously racing.
His chest heaved as he turned and left the porch.
His hair glimmering in the light swelling from my heart.
We couldn't pretend anymore.
I closed the door, right as the sky began to cry,
thick droplets poured themselves upon the earth
crashing down, upon the hot summer night,
coating the ground, once heated by
desperate friction -
Author notes
Well... I'm sorry I haven't been doing ANYTHING for awhile...
I went off to writing camp, so that caused me.... To not write on here for a while. I'm sorry I haven't checked up.
This is... Not so good, I'm just trying to get some emotion down, and get back to my original writing.
In a list
Be honest here.
Comments
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I enjoyed that. Particularly the lines "I closed the door, right as the sky began to cry,
thick droplets poured themselves upon the earth." --beautiful imagery. Welcome back!!
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Excellent write and I did miss you.
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