Running On

[jeebus13]

And then she smiled at me
through those sad eyes,
and furrowings
mark the rise and fall
of thin brows
just before lips meet.

And maybe it's just a crush,
a proximity infatuation,
but it's mutual
and her eyes
follow me across the room,
in a quiet search
for boxers or pants
as I glance back
clad in a fiery smile.

And I turn around
with drinks in hand
and her eyes still follow
but grow sadder
until I find myself
gripping the table
for balance.

And she sits in the sallow park
dressed in fresh autumn
while I watch her
cross to a set of swings
that finally set in her eyes
all the sadness I can bear,
and will never kiss
as softly as in that chill breeze.

And yesterday
I walked away
and felt her eyes follow me again
but happier eyes,
even without the smile,
are a better bargain
and in the end
it was her eyes
I fell for anyway...

And "let go" never sounded truer
than when spoken
to myself
in a room empty
except for sounds
of fast breaths
and slow music
that quicken my heart.

And now my eyes
follow her
as the grace
in her slow gait
drags me along
to heights never met
by one like me
and as I open them
my eyes follow
the dream of her
as it dances away
on a breath of smoke.