It's in the eyes, <br />Emerging, <br />Young - history green - <br />Mystery doesn't play on this occasion; <br /> <br />Elegance does - <br />Lays foundation - <br />Dignity is all, <br />Underpinning dare with balance: <br />The veil to sight, diaphanous at best - <br />Not so the inner one. <br /> <br />That look longs for settlement, <br />Hides a room - empty for the moment - <br />Door ajar, yet hinges tight: <br />Urge of womanhood is <br />Waiting in a lonely glass of wine: <br /> <br />How long to hide -? <br />Hanging on a move <br />To break the vestiges of matrimony. <br /> <br />An urge trickles to the surface: <br />Still another wall! Thicker! <br />When to flood the space with bloom, <br />Advertise that slenderness of arm? - <br />Flout her personality; <br /> <br />But readiness for taking simmers cool, <br />Falters back to nascence - <br />Fear of fighting fights with desperation. <br /> <br />Beauty at the bar - <br />Brown flits of eye - <br />A flash of yet-to-be, <br />Wine shared. <br /> <br />Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-455/
