"Please be careful."
it was all he said
he wasn't as dull as expected
that was all in her head
and there were no roadblocks
nothing physical could be seen
she disappeared into a silence
as if into a dream:
it might have been dangerous
she might have been tied up in chains
she might have been overcome
by torrential rains
the first time that he saw her
he was too shy to speak
he held her and he loved her
and he kissed her for a week
her toes in a warm bath
he cooked for her every day
yet when she was anxious
he didn't force her to stay:
he seemed almost too innocent
he talked with the softest word
and when she spoke and called his name
there was nothing else he heard.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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