here, not there

she whispered for a space – here, and not there. He felt lucky to have chosen this bench instead of the other one.

sit, and pisten to the wind, kuoobie diaries
here, not there - where she whispered for a space
she’d sat next to him – here, not there, kuoobiediaries

She saw him, 

just fast enough before his darting eyes;

came sprawling over her whole body, top-down.
At that first glance,

he thought he was lucky,

to have chosen this pew over the other one,

for it’s here that she’d whispered for a space;

he’d moved inwards,

a start of something beautiful;

here and not there.
He was struck,

not by her sweet perfume,

not the angelic smile either,

neither was it her hair,

but it all rounded up in her charm;

cast down through those evoking eyes.
Like spelled, he’d paused,

to have a longer look,

to a word he couldn’t understand;

written in those eyes.

Deep down he thought she wasn’t clueless,

of that message he hoped,

one day she’d tell more loudly,

here and not there.

Author: biko

A story monger; keen to pick on the details as he goes about it all. When given humor and words Biko would rather juice them than let them fall out dry and crispy [even on the hard jokes]. He finds fun in making the written feel like it was just spoken. So to say sarcasm and reality often race in between his lines, one slightly outrunning the other - pick your take.

2 thoughts on “here, not there”

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s