She Lives……

She lives with hope

she knows that no, is what they beg to tell her, so -she continues

she rides and in a way she may acquiesce 

but I may make a guess…  

that she still hopes..

she lives with it..  

but is it hope if she doesn’t know that it still survives in her..

her eyes wide when her

smile shows…  cheek bones… 

are covered by her innocence

why her innocence 

found ugliness

that I embody

I tremor when thoughts skate about

my thought rink when I think that her and I might someday meet.

Meet as pair, a team, a two that soon becomes a seamless crew.  

a One, a one, a one that nothing will undo or ….

will she see through to my despair, my underwear, my underside, or oversized pride, will she see my inside, run and hide, dash to catch a train that’s soon arriving??  

will she ride this through,

will she want to do, what will she want to do?

will she fill me with all her knowing love…??

will she smile just because, I need that?  

to see that smile… it’s like her style, a touch subtle but screams with that which she beams of…

that which she shows me …

her hair swings .. across the face in a way that makes ..it her so her…  so subtle that only the eye of I can see…  We hide in seek… but neither her nor I are here to share our daring-est of confessions…  

so we imagine thoughts that trickle through..

we spend our thoughts on other thoughts..  but what we’ve got thoughts of one day being seamless.