7 Essences – 3

Another party, this time
At her cousin’s:
In her environment,
She really shines

About three dozen names
I won’t remember
Five seconds after
Leaving those confines.

But she was happy,
Glowing like a rocket,
We ate and drank and danced
And then we fled

Into a place
We hadn’t gone before then,
But that I’d thought of, often,
In my head.

I thought because
She barely spoke in whispers,
That she was cold, or
Maybe ossified:

But learned that shyness
Isn’t lack of passion,
It’s more a wall
To keep it all

Inside

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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