SpeechlessWords are coming down like raindrops, and I can't catch them all. Arms outstretched and cupping my hands, I dash about yet little pools are all I can manage. The words swirl and splash one another out of my hand. Some leak through...When the shower passes I'll be left with only a few in each hand. Soon the sun will dry them away and I'll have none at all to share.Or so I thought, until I felt the grass growing under my feet and saw the flowers smiling.
InertialI walked over by the pool table while he was playing the drums. Was I staring? Could I help it if I was? Had I just been caught doing it, or was he already looking at me anyway? No matter, I played it out to see who would let go first. Small gentle smiles...he knows.I blushed and hid myself, praying no more thoughts beamed their way to him. When I looked up again, he still had the same small gentle smile and had yet to avert his gaze. He was as powerful as he said he was. Enough to move me in all directions at once.