Intense
His brow is intense,
But his eyes are kind.
A specific captivation
That will not relent;
One look away,
From leaving the world behind.
As clouds drift
With abandon
And leisure through the sky,
He weaves himself
In and out of my mind.
When he is there,
It's like an ocean current:
All consuming and swift;
But I am released
As I wave goodbye,
For I would never
Wish to hold what I love
Too tightly-
Never keep them confined.
I am ill prepared,
And I don't care
Whether I am,
Or if I weren't
There is no action,
Or lack of,
To be a deterrent;
Because life is a journey.
It is impossible to be unaffected.
So if my feet will already be wetted,
I might as well make a splash;
Make memories
That I will hold dearly,
And cherish,
For as long as they last.
And what I will remember:
The kind eyes that look into my soul,
And reflect a magnificent infinity,
Unseen by the very irises that hold
Such unadulterated divinity.
I'll remember running my mouth
And wondering how
I managed to get my foot in
With all the outpouring stream
Of consistently scrambled thought.
I'll remember a guitar out of tune,
As I imagine
Hearing it strum in perfection
Some future afternoon.
I'll remember a toothy grin
Full of pearly whites,
And the best fucking conversations
Where every other fucking word
Is fucking fuck
On any topic that fucking excites.
I'll remember a great friend
Who immediately resonated with me.
I'll remember looking to the future
And hoping
That's where he'll be;
Hoping he won't forget me,
Hoping he will remember the girl
Who was "interesting."
I'll remember how I would feel
The best kind of flustered;
A gentle flutter
With a teasing blush;
But content and satisfied
Whenever I'd hear you say my name;
Whenever I'd see you,
And your intense eyebrows.
I'll remember writing progressively
Less
Impressive poetry;
Trying to pass the time,
And not worry
Because you're like 2 hours late,
But I can wait.
Patience is a virtue;
Especially when
You are just as far in
As you'll ever be out.
And I will let myself sway.
I will hope you choose to stay;
Content to compliment,
Hoping to not send the wrong message,
But also hoping you would reciprocate
The not so hidden implications.
I feel like I should be confused,
or overwhelmed,
But I'm not;
And it's nice.
I'll wait contentedly;
Letting you ease back and forth
In my consciousness;
Allowing myself the indulgence to adore.
At the end of the tunnel,
I'll find the Light;
Or maybe discover
I emerged into the night;
But I'll keep going,
Living in the now-
Nothing less,
Nothing more-
Because intense eyebrows
Are worth waiting for.
Heather Marie Bontrager 12/19/2013
