Sets of teeth hug her bottom lip.
Dyed hair- longer than it’s been in years.
And in her eyes, a piercing pale iris.
Green NOT blue.
When under the ray of a single bulb
A stripe of light lays along her cheek
– Defies the shadows of her lashes
In that spot where there are none.
She’s not a carbon copy of Culture’s cliché shit.
She’s a fine wine with years behind her.
A lifetime ago she was a bitter taste in my mouth.
The holy moment when eyes connect,
And the holier it gets with every passing second.
A heavy feeling.
An uncomfortably comfortable feeling.
Still the stripe does saturate the skin along her cheek,
And still the lights do linger over laying down and layering.
And still the words come wandering from walls to wells to willows,
Still the heart beats heavily with a hunger and a heat.
Still the tension swells and still the moment glows.
Still the tides tie us together,
Our eyes entwined entirely.
“No,” I say as my stomach sinks,
This should never end.
And so it must.
a reunion with an old friend stirs me.