Saturday, 2 April 2016

Poem # 97 The first time

The first time

I looked up my eyes caught yours
you smiled and my world changed forever.
I was paralysed, literally,
I could not move.
Rather than simply looking
into your eyes I seemed to be
able to peer deep into your soul.
I felt stunned.
I can give no better account
of the transformation of my mind than that.
you as an acquaintence
had been replaced as a woman
that I felt I knew as an
essential individual.
Your vulnerability and your
pride were both part of that
I suppose,
as is your beauty, your voice,
and the way you move.
A strand of hair hanging down
made all the difference in the world,
as did the slightest glimpse
of collar bone above the
top of your shirt.