dipping in the pockets of her raincoat..
another day,
--like before.
i question that truth..
seems truly doubtful
[this must be more than ordinary]
something has changed:
a tiny detail
we must have simply overlooked
staring me down now
peering at me
peeking out of cascading curls
peeking out of hood-like halos
peeking out of babyblues, sweeeeeeeeet
sweet like marbled fudge,
intensely sweet
intensely rich
intensely ..intense, for lack of a better explanation
where do i find myself ?
besides lost and searching still...
peut-être...
tongue-twisted, hands tied,
unable to comprehend
trying to fathom the
width - breadth - depth
some type of idea with which to compare
for measurement of sorts
for gauging that intensity
there are words no more
maybe just another night of endless possibilities
?