Watching Bewildered

His eyes watch her
from across the room.

 

Her body,
sways like palm trees
in the wind.
Her hand,
an ice-skater gliding the chalk
over the board.
Her voice,
a song the sweet birds sing.

 

His face,
unfathomable still,
but eyes glisten watching
the performance mill.

 

What is he thinking?

 

I wonder,
watching his eyes focused on only her
all the bustling bodies disappear asunder.

 

The tap tap tap
of his pen against the desk
becomes the beat of the music,
the beat of the heart.

 

What’s in his heart?
So hard to tell
as he sits a shadow on the wall.

 

The tap tap tap
of his pen against the desk
becomes the beat of my heart,
the pounding in my head.

 

I wonder,
watching only focused on him
the surroundings become so surreal I’m lost.

 

What is he thinking?

 

My face,
perplexed still
as curiosity strikes my intellect
watching his body mill.

 

His body,
quivers like a dog’s tail
impatiently in his seat.
His hand,
a musician drumming the pen
against the desk.
His eyes,
the night sky full of stars
and wonders of the universe.

 

My eyes watch him
from across the room.

Reviews

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

Neat piece. I could see him sitting across the room with his pen. Very good visual. The flow was wonderful too.
Thank you for sharing.

My favorite part was the ending. it tied up the whole mood.
"His body,
quivers like a dog's tail
impatiently in his seat.
His hand,
a musician drumming the pen
against the desk.
His eyes,
the night sky full of stars
and wonders of the universe.

My eyes watch him
from across the room."

Brilliant!!!
Love All, Mejasha