Her consecutive breaths
skip and stumble.
Like her sporatic speech,
mumbled words tumble.
Her eyes flick down
to her bow-adorned shoes.
Her face warms up,
and to confidence she will lose.
His cool jade eyes wander
to her cherry besprinkled cheeks.
He inwardly wills her to laugh.
To be less meek.
His speech eludes him, although
he longs to make her laugh.
But aside from cheer and grins, both their hearts are half.
His warm hand gravitates
to her unruly chestnut hair.
Her twinkling eyes widen
as it is gently tucked behind her ear.
YOU ARE READING
Swept Ashore
PoetryBe swept away in the ocean of poetry, wash ashore in a sanctuary of words, a place where you will be safe from the harsh world of sanity, catch a breath of the sea breezy air, twinged with the insanity that only writers know.
