Carefully she turned over, <br />looked at me straight, <br />the way she only does, <br />thrills at this point over me, <br />a blend of exitement, fear, <br />enable to talk, just waiting <br />and wondering <br />what could have happened next. <br />Silence around, as everybody <br />and everything suddenly stopped <br />their course, waiting <br />and wondering <br />what could have happened next. <br />Her shadow <br />getting closer to mine, <br />is all i can see now, <br />not strong enough to stand <br />those deep jewels in front of me. <br />Getting warmer. And warmer. <br />Flames that seemed to burn <br />me inside, all of a sudden became <br />an armonious and trustfull caress, <br />no fear of waiting, <br />and no fear of wondering, <br />´cause did not really matter <br />what could have happened next.<br /><br />Stefano Francavilla<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-really-matters-2/
