ricochet in a reflection

from the minute i walked into that room, i saw her. a crowd of faces and most unknown to me but she stood out, she always did. she did not notice me, and it appeared she noticed no one else either. i imagined her swimming, her long arms taking her forward. stroke after stroke. and just as quickly, becoming self-conscious and dropping those arms mutely to her side. she who would notice no one, even with all eyes on her. i memorized the way the light shown off her hair, a ricochet i begged to pull me foward, towards her. to her.

and without an inch of movement, i found myself at her feet. she looked up and our eyes entangled. a warmth enveloped me and i felt her in my bones, deep. i said nothing, and she said the same, yet inched closer to me until i wrapped my arms about her, pulling her in thisclose.

and somehow i felt her eyes close, and i wanted to not let go. to feel us, breathing in rapture. songs and music written to capture a moment as this, but we are silent. still. always. no need for words. or word. just her. and me.

entangled