Tuesday 2 December 2008

An American queen

She was like the queen you didn’t want to touch, nor offend by addressing directly, only mention in well-disguised awe, as if you didn’t notice the slight quiver each time you did.

I think we just tried to please each other by our wonderful dreams and stories, continually ignoring this most beautiful dream being played out between us. It still remains ignored; and I hope, to her disappointment as well.

She never would let her hair open out in front of me, as if in it she faithfully contained all that I must never see.

When you are young, life is full of promises; she was one of them. And there are few.

(2005)

1 comment:

~m~ said...

it was way back in 2005 but did u ever get to see wat was contained in the hair?