6/25/12

Stranger
By Emma Ambos


You stared out the windows
at the chattering birch trees,
your eyes dancing with
the silver-dollar leaves.

I was enamored with you

You wrapped your body’s motion
around the people with you,
small steps and touches
making you a silent sway,
moving your air to create separation
and to break it apart

I was enraptured by you

When I spoke to you
your eyes touched me
I could feel them
ticking off my cheeks
sliding over my lips

I wanted to kiss you with them

I imagined you a fairy-tale
waiting for your prince to come
with dandelion-duff eyes.

Your hands spring past each other
A rhythm they own
sliding over your knees
creating triangles on your thighs

I wanted your hands in mine

You smiled at me
kindly as pale silk
an origami butterfly
with a poem inside your heart

I was in love with you

Soft-eyed stranger
I am in love with you.


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A writer in love with almost everything. Who spends each passing day expressing that love in poetry and story.