For just a second
your eyes delved deep,
they caught mine,
and reached inside.
Twisted my heart
through my optic nerve.
I was held in place.
tether tied to my seat.
A lead weight in my chest
where my heart should be.
Lungs forgetting how to breathe.
I couldn't die,
I'd never know how to leave.
For just the time
it takes for a butterfly wing to beat,
less time than it takes
for a clock hand to creak
forward one tick. Our eyes locked,
like how I image our dreams to connect,
no way to pick the lock,
no key to untick the tock.
I felt sick. My eyes had betrayed my thoughts.
Aired them for all to see.
Stuck still to my sticky seat
like glue had been poured over it.
I felt a click.
An instant of recognition,
you noticed my position
I swear you saw my sweat glisten,
all I could do is listen
to my hearts pounding rhythm
as it tried to escape its ribcage prison.
With painful precision, you glanced.
Enough to entrance.
I felt my blood rush my face,
an army trying to flood me.
I sat still, quietly in place.
Waving away wisps of fear
I floated through the atmosphere,
catching hold of my stray thoughts
as they bounded
through clouds of long held doubt.
Too loud, I thought. Too loud
like they were screaming
from agonised lungs, wanting to be be caught.
I let the winds take me
on the wings of a song,
or the air of a memory
into a land of make belief,
where dreams sometimes
come true,
and hope lives on.
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