Sunday, June 25, 2006

Supposed to End?

He's tall, and his eyes are of warmest brown.
A new face, the one I'm supposed to be looking for in every corner of my heart, is fading.
Receding.
When we dance, he holds me in just the right way-close enough to feel the muscles of his shoulders
under his shirt, but not so close that I can't breathe.
But yet, I'm pulling away.
And I wonder what flips the switch....the one that seems to activate the minute
I hear the talk of love.
How do they fall in love so quickly?
I don't feel it at all.
Do I suspend interest in all possibilities so there's no question of hurting someone?
.............

I'm not sure how this is supposed to end