demington

effervescent elation you are my kin my soul's sincere relation born within this eye of mine daydream you seem so real so distant shouting against the wind so close whispering in my ear your voice piercing this thin veneer of space and of time while I walk this line learning through my yesterdays that distance is dear dear tomorrow please borrow this unescapable dream machine that sits amongst the cobwebs hung between my ears a clasped hand trapped star whispering through the cracks feeding my wisps of fear that perhaps you were to close instead of too far

Voice like a drone instructing Heavy cheeks and lips pretend I sit second from the back on the far side Waiting To my left she scratches absently Eyes looking beyond the textbook Cryptic words upon the desk "one minute and thirty seconds." Grey sky hanging outside grimy window Tear stained with heaven's weepings Muted sun staring through hand painted pictures One minute to go I grin She smiles The curve of her lips Curious fascination I breathe Eyes wide I grab the edges of the desk She looks at me with a strange desire And winks The teacher turns hunched back to the class NOW! With shouts of surprise the others watch