Inferno
BEAUTY:
I step into the room,
Crowded
Boiling over with noise
A crescendo of laughter
Laughter I cannot join in on
People, faces I do not know
I feel shy, embarrassed
Did I dress well today?
Who knows?
I move around, I do what I need to
I smile slyly, wave to those who stick out
As faces I seem to recognise
A self-conscious beauty
Instantly, I feel a burn
Of eyes on me
I know not to turn around
But I do; a mistake
My eyes lock with his
A face I do not know,
Recognise,
A King sitting down, on his throne
Beauty not claimed by an average man,
I look away and continue in my task
Remember to exhale,
I finish my work and lift my eyes
His dark eyes still watch, like a predator
Our eyes burn
HOT
I feel a burn in my chest
Butterflies and all sorts of winged creatures
Buzzing
In my stomach
My lips tremble
His gaze never leaves,
His eyes tell me stories I cannot fathom
I forget my self-consciousness in the strange place
He wipes it away somehow
His blink is so slow
I know he’s staring,
My mouth eases a smile
I give my best shot
His body
His eyes,
My eyes soften
His build, I take it all in
Slowly
I am frozen; he’s taken my breath…
I have no control
Somehow, I
Walk towards him
My mouth begins to move
KING:
She enters
I am there
She does not even know
I exist at all, but she will soon
The Queen from before,
Like a lifetime away, like royalty,
I sit, wait,
A crowded room of noise
Yet she wipes the outside far away
Anxious and unsteady
Yet ready, willing
Confident, she is a Princess
Like no other
She seems shy, meek, yet
Powerful,
A lady of ladies,
She is busy, at work
Preoccupied with a task
I, on the other hand remain
Preoccupied with her beauty
I cannot let her go
My heart warms,
She stops, knowingly
I know she feels my burn,
My eyes cannot let go
She turns, sees me,
For the first time
HOT
My eyes on hers
Almond shaped and deep brown,
She is stunned, turns away
The room does not know of our
Passion
I smile to myself,
She ignites a fire,
An inferno in my chest,
I remain seated
Afraid to stand, knees weak
Unbeknownst of the burn in me
My chest heaves,
Feel shy for a moment
She turns back, a smile
Face to face, across the room
My face relaxes, I return a grin
She is a masterpiece of perfection
My heart? Captured
She approaches
My heart beats hard
She smiles
I exhale
She speaks softly,
'Have we met?'
I reply,
'Only in my dreams....'
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