i see her in a glance behind me
across the parking garage:
glimmering in the strip of sunlight.
golden hair blows behind her,
waist-long, and her platinum brows
curve downward with purpose.
she glows, always, the girl from
one door down - the first girl
i saw and knew: i could love her.
bowed lips betraying every thought,
the wondrous curve of her hips
i still burn to trace my fingers down.
vila's laugh in the hall at midnight.
i could never say more than good
morning, good night; recognition
long lost after all these years.
once again, i watch her disappear
in sun-caught motes
through a door.
she glows, always.
2015-04-24 #poetry #writing