Her long, straight hair
in varied lengths,
is shinier than her eyes;
petrified mahogany.
It is a pendant pouring
from a root beer
a shawl on her shoulders,
racing with gravity.

Because of his height,
a pronounced limp
enabled his view
to seesaw and periscope
above the crowd;
to submarine through a sea
of underwater swimmers
and breaking crowns.


4 thoughts on “Them”

  1. How romantic. A fleeting glance, a longed for opportunity to meet the object of one’s fascination. I love the “endless” ending, as if the crowd is a permanent barrier to his objective. Emotive and sensual. xoxo


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