Stage I

Quietly,

discretely,

your foot found mine;

and tangled

all the hidden

un-assumed feelings that you

and I

keep locked in jars

of silence.

 

Of silences

that trip and tumble

and glide and

soar -

to call out but without

even a glimmer;

not even a whisper;

your foot found mine.

 

Reviews

[Peter H]

hmmmmm , this kinda gives me the image of stumbling into your first love :) and just raining your heart down on her or him . this is an alright write keep writing my friend