Wednesday, December 22, 2010

And so it is.

Her smile was sweet. To say I noticed her more than once would be an understatement. Today was different. She was showing all of her emotions in the corners of her mouth. Usually when I passed her having her late afternoon cigarette break her mouth was turned up. Her lips were usually bright pink. Like the color of her cheeks on the unusually cold days. She always looked as if she was trying to hide her beauty. It was as if she knew how uncomfortable it made people.
It was strange. She was not conventionally beautiful by any means. Her mouth was larger than most. Almost as if she had more teeth than she should. she had an intense brow bone with the smallest eyes. She was disproportionate in a lot of ways but everything about her was beautiful. She had this glow. People were drawn to her. Even on the days that I walked home on the opposite side of the street people would double take.
Today her lips were dark. Her skin was translucent but with freckles of red instead of the usual Gold. I couldn't help but walk towards her. I couldn't help but walk directly towards her.
Then He walked out the door. Another familiar man. Her cheeks flushed to the usual pink and she immediately perked up. Following behind was another woman who seamed to drain the color right back out. The situation to a normal person would not have appeared to be unusual in the slightest. I will say only this. I am observant. The color she had before turned into a completely different light. She lost her complexity in that very moment. Two people drained all of her radiance and I witnessed it.
As they walked away, she looked directly into my eyes.
"Would you like a cigarette?"

Sunday, December 19, 2010

follow

Smoke escapes you lips.
Between the spaces
Its falling from my finger tips.
The gesture of casual passing.Its holds more truth than eyes can bare.

It frosts eyelids.
Cruel tongue lies motionless.
Between teeth the pain rises to an uncomfortable height.
Shaking knees.
They bend, they squeeze.

beyond this point.
There is only the wind to follow.
Let it lead to me.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

on a rainy day

What are you doing up there, in that tree?
Excuse me miss. I did not realize I was in a tree. Now run along.
Well that is very rude of you sir. I was simply concerned. Can't you feel the raindrops? If you stay up in that tree with no jacket you will surely catch a chill that will knock you to the ground and keep you there with a chill for a long while.
Where is your umbrella young lady? You seem so concerned with my well being that you have lost concern for your own. I assume you are always this meddling. Starved for attention are we?
Just concerned. Wit a hat, jacket, scarf and gloves an umbrella is more a luxury than a necessity. I will be on my way now sir. Enjoy the view from above, it doesn't last forever you know.