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?
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
This one’s an older poem.
I just found it elsewhere.
Excellent, and a little sad. There is power in your words.
Mmmm.
I was always a tad partial to the aul’ melancholy.
Thanks for the comment.
i think i know this girl.
Maybe you do.
She’s in my head.
I’m trying to find her.
aww! I wanna be that girl!
Women will enchant, entice, and entangle. Try not to do the same to them, and you will never have anything to regret.
LOVE the end stanza! LOVE!
alonealive – Thank you for the sentiment. :] Greatly
appreciated.
coodaslots – I try.
vesper – Thank you, as always.
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…
Thanks slynne.
That’s kind of because I have
that slow motion effect,
When I think of her.
Like a film reel running in my head.
Slow and steady.
Perhaps you already know her.
You just don’t know you do.
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.