limits. comforts.

I can see nothing more than the girl.

She sits.
cross-legged.
reading.
brow furrowed.
long hair hanging down.

she wears long sleeves.
which she pulls over her hands.
to keep them warm.
the allusion of safety.

i can tell she is a girl:
the delicacy of her fingers.
the sallow pink of her nails.
the scent.

and so i see her.
sitting.
reading.
breathing.
whether or not she feels, i do not know.

i have not read her book.

she is all i can see.
beyond her,
who knows?

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13 thoughts on “limits. comforts.

  1. I really like the
    sitting.
    reading.
    breathing.
    stanza. I love the way that you seperate each action
    into it’s own little world.

    thanks for sharing again…

  2. hmmmmm.
    Well i reckon I do but she’s just a friend
    and that’s all….. ‘Oh well’s.
    Hopefully there’s one or two more out there.
    And it’d be fun if they were a bit hidden and I had to go halfway round the world.
    Hmmmmm……
    I haven’t been in enough jungles.

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