He said hello to me
Can I go? to me
I laughed without looking
Lame line, same line
Brothas say it all the time line
Just getting some air, my reply
Didn’t even have to think
Trying not to spill my drink
I breezed by but
He whispered the line, a second time
As I passed
Can I go?
The space between us smelled like sandalwood and him
I breathed it in—just getting some air
I stopped and turned, this time I looked
And looked
And looked
And locked
Green eyes staring into brown
Nature’s palette
Grass blades poking through the ground
Nature’s palette
Leaves on trees
Brown eyes staring into green
The majesty it was meant to be
What God did
His smile so like a sun
We go together
Green and brown and sunlight
We could grow together
Planted seeds
With just
this
look
Where did all the people go?
He stepped closer in my space
I was rooted
Dancing inside to beating hearts
Two beating hearts
What happened to the music?
He said his name
Held out his hand
I shook it
Held it
Knowing I was touching love
Again, he said hello to me
Can I go? to me
I found my breath and then my voice
And I said
Please
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Karen Sullivan
Georgia transplant from Baltimore MD. One husband, two kids, a dog, and five fish later, I'm finally living the dream--
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