elflock

i used to be shy,

and plain.

full of terror and longing

somehow

you saw me

and there on the sofa

we nearly touched.

thighs grazing

eyes hazy and drunk

i was eighteen then.

but fully aware

of the soul behind those

beautiful,

blue eyes

crooked smile.

the legend being

elflock, faerie knots

youthful rebellion

and you were always

just out of reach.

i wonder what

you thought of me then

throwing myself

into the arms of those

more gentle perhaps

but less radiant.

you grew

out of exuberance

and into timidity

world wanderer

while i stayed here and grew

now maybe i feel

stronger than you.

but i still feel the pull.

the shiver

of unfulfilled possibility

we were not ready, then.

maybe you never will be.

maybe i dreamed that you wanted me.