I named her Africa #Wattys2015

[thirty one]

She didn't let me in
to her home.
Said there was a part of her
I still couldn't know.

But I just wanted to see her,
feel her, free her
from whatever shot her body
cold
and shrunk her eyes
dry.

We sat down on the stairs,
in between floors.
I kept my back to the railing,
and she kept hers to the wall.

"I can't believe you just
hurried away like
that." I said softly,
lowering my gaze to the

floor.

"Why would you do that?
Each time I feel like
I know you even
l e s s."

The lights in the hallway turned
o f f,
sensing no movement.

So I closed my eyes,

letting go in the comfort
of blackness.
all even, all equal,
all swirling in the mute peace of
rest.

"What do you like to do? It's always
been about me, all the time you asked
about me," she murmured,

"What do you like to do, Faust?" she repeated.

I opened my eyes
and found her looking into
mine with such
intensity, such
curiosity

and what I saw
stole a gasp
from my lips.

She even owned the sky,
her figure an eclipse with the moonlight,
pale, dazzling white, silver; why
pretty little child.
The windows behind her allowed the light
to mold her shape with the bright.
Her figure contourned by
a ring hidden, so shy,
behind the girl who
sucked all the feelings from my
mind, grasping them with her fingers,
driving me
wild.

Her eyebrows arched together,
so humble,she relaxed my breathing,
how I wished to save this picture
forever.

"Hmm?" she insisted, with an amusement that questioned my gaze.

I shifted, pushing my feet against the wall where she was leaning on, to straighten my back.

"Uh..." I muttered while running a hand through my hair, "I do play guitar."

Her eyes blinked wide open.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but singing is not my strength," I added, embarassed.

"I have a guitar in my room. Mind if I go look for it?" she said whispering cheerfully.

My body shook as a tired chuckle escaped my mouth.

She looked adorable.

"Course not, Mae bae."

"I'll be right back."