Half Past Two

Trading smiles at half past two,
we cared nothing for the people passing by.
Our thoughts centered on the sparks that flew
across the space between us,
electrifying us to mobility,
until our steps carried us to each other.
And in the seconds that passed our eyes communed,
like long lost lovers found anew.
A tentative touch to brush off a lock of hair,
a gesture so simple yet so sweet.
Your hand reached out as did mine,
and we felt the familiar taste of fear
that only new found love can bring.
But in the depths of our hearts we knew,
that this is the one we shall hold true.

-eamarifosque 042413-

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Staring out to the sea
with the wind caressing her hair,
she watches the sun settling
back to its warm cozy bed.
The coming of the night
stirred no dread in her heart,
even when houses start to bar
their windows and their doors.
Creeping from the cracks from the pavements,
and crevices from tattered walls,
the shadows come riding the
screeching sound of the furious wind,
that picks up fallen leaves, sticks and stones,
hurling them at silent houses making noise.
Shadows that hunt for spaces in between
and souls from within,
hungry for life that was taken from them
unexpectedly.
And by the rocky shores of the sea,
as the shadows gallop and caper all night,
she stands still with a sinister smile
playing on her lips.

-eamarifosque 041913-