Strolled into the same old labyrinth
Looking for something or someone new
Was not worried about getting lost
Took no direction more wrong than we usually do.
Only the least fortunate meet with accidents so pleasant
There stood such elegance in the treacherous terrain
Refined wrists as steady as the hazel eyes
The dream would not last, I implored that we meet again
Wondered if ‘no’ would end it
But better still than ‘I don’t know’
Or than no answer at all
The wrists stayed still in their proper glow.
Silly insistence stood little chance
There was no humor in that handy sway
It was just simple, straight and pretty
And forever narrow it was to stay
Last warm radiance of the dusk
Cheerfully escaped Apollo’s hold
And reflected nervously on those tangerine nails
As the shoulder turned cold.
A strange time it was
In a still stranger land
Anything would look inviting
Especially some stranger’s narrow hand.
Hope it stays forever young
Not narrow.
