Fixation
FIXATION
There was music of course
Not the usual sort of girl at least in my fixated estimation
Jump rope
“Winnie the Pooh”
Teddy bear
These survivors unto high school and through
Rather a “flower child’ she
It wasn’t the way she walked although?
She had a dancer’s spring in her step
She wore no perfume
Wasn’t the way she dressed but then I never saw her best
Ah! but that long brown hair a strand always in her face
(one eye’s worth)
And the way it hid her priceless blush
Yes! more than anything the blush!
The question must arise –
Was she beautiful?
Was she pretty?
Cute?
The eyes
The mouth
The nose
High cheek bones
All must be in fine proportion and refined chiseled -
But? with her who could tell?
She had a way of inserting herself
(thrusting is too course a word)
of waltzing right in! of quietly mesmerizing someone
She knew how almost silently bold she was
A ballerina on stage
Every eye on her and she knew it!
It was all about her but I didn’t care
She looked at the floor yet
looked through your eyes and into your heart
No demure
No batting of lashes
No swinging of hips
No soft-talk honey
Oh what a small crowded room with just the two of us
She had that natural mascara
Lips needing no paint
Almost a Middle East complexion
(the basket with snake)
(the oboe)
(sitar)
Teen virtuoso
And I prisoner of the mind the enchanted moment
Movement
Music
Fixation
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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