Saturday

Your face is a stage with two-chocolate hued actors dancing the dance of weariness and indifference hidden in their movements mischief and youth I saw you glance my way once, maybe twice my invisible shield thwarted it was an accident a brief moment of awe left me shaking silenced at the discovery I have been apprehended YOU the lance that found its way to the joints of the armor of my dispassion A recognition my anemic voice could never utter a pride that would not allow me to speak A second that raptured for hours days months in dreams invading all I see you yet never saw you you were never considered a split second I concealed a clendestine affair with only one in attendance Saturday that afternoon felt fixed chatter invaded my solemn sovereignity a turn of the head grabbed me by the shoulders and slapped me to the ground a quick breath that never exhaled You stood at peace looking down upon a stack of books arranging, organizing neglected mahogany fallen forward your coat fell what was left was a boy playing with his new toys arranging, organizing I could never consider you