21 de fevereiro de 2016

footsteps

She walks unhurried and uninterested.
Urgency would not be suitable,
the destination is undetermined.
Interest is yet to be sparked,
the surroundings seem sterile.

The sound of new footsteps 
immediately rearranges her mind,
it starts to wander in anticipation. 

She has been longing for feelings 
experienced in her first encounters,
as when she was an unworried child 
who, upon hearing her mother's footsteps,
would run excitedly to meet her. 

As the foreign footsteps near hers,
she fears the collapse of a fantasy, 
but her body does not surrender, 
conditioned, it acts without cease. 

The contact is arranged, 
first, steps with steps,
and it hastily proceeds. 
Her eyes meet his, 
the fantasy flourishes,
their fragments coalesce, 
the two become one. 

When the sun rises and all is clear, 
her heart's crevices reappear.
Fully awake, she returns to her path
and to the sound of her own footsteps.   


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