...Still

i was still this night

not motionless

…still

the air was full

of noisy quiet

my hair was full

of private storms

buzzing

from both within

and out

nearly, everything else

was still this night

the only movement

was from within

as i waited

anxieties abated

hyper senses inflated

i was happily agitated

i was

…still

i continued to do nothing

except beam

amused by the sights

of the things

that weren’t there

one with the light

the calm nothing of night

and a hint, no a tease

of the promise of flight

…still

she flew in

while i was trying

to make soft lights

come out

of my fingers

her heated breath

made my old dust eddy

and swirl

about my feet as she landed

(a second before the still)

her fire

rushed

through my soul

my desire

a hushed

loss of control

and

for a moment

.

my crazy wild heart

was still…