Jadey

This was a little rushed, but in an effort to get something back onto the Lit Forum, here we go.

Let me know if I should even give this another look, or not even bother.


Standing.
Nearly swept away
By a host of unswaying feeling,
Nay emotion.
Embodied by the empowerment of egotistical enigmas
Inexplicable because of a mere wink
And a smile.
A glitter in her eye
Invoking a sudden gust of…
Desire?

I watch her across the room,
Alone
In a strange place
Unfamiliar with the mocking pedestrian
Along the road to affection
Waiting at the wayside for a sign
An act,
A gesture.

Indefinately indifferent
Oblivious to the ocular omnipotence of
My over-ogling.
Cultivated by the cacophony of a cavalcade of cretins
One after another tossed aside as nonchalantly as a used tissue
Telling me to try this tepid treasure emanating an aura of sincerity and chastity.
Trembling

Here I stand.
Looking for a glance.
A word.
A gesture.

Hopeless hope.
Intimidated by the thought.
A contradiction of senses,
Of scenes.
Scenic censorship solid in salute,
Nary swayed by the solace of a solution,
Often forsaken
By the absoluteness
Of the enormity of her smile,
Her invitation.