Surviving Camp Creatives

I remember
tired, weary eyes
closing at the day’s end.
A hug shared as friends –
relief at the end of a grueling
all—nighter.
And I held on
to the tenderness that
belied the fierce way you pressed
a secret kiss upon my hair.
I thought I heard a silent plea,
a whispered confession.
I let it lull me,
as you held me near you
and I waited for the morning.

* EDITED: September 1, 2008 / 11:39 PM

His & Hers

HERS

They walked in silence –
A boy and a girl.
His purposeful strides matched
Her smaller, lithe steps.
In sync. They sneaked glances,
Tentative smiles reaching hopeful stares.
Light banter masking simmering
Tension—taut and ready.
Overlapping words, saying one thing
While their shoulders brushed in unconscious need.
His hand brushed hers.
A jolt of silence, a startled glance.
Anticipation stirred the air.
They had arrived.

-- by Ina*

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HIS

They sat still –
a boy and the girl
His mouth shut, his heart spoke
Her mouth covered, as emotions evoked
Together they listened to his heart
Fiddling like a violin out of tune
Light banter masking simmering
Tension—taut and ready
Word by word as notes to hymns
His heart sang words of sorrowed yesterday, hopeful today and blissful tomorrow
Their eyes locked in unconscious need
His heart emptied out to hers
A jolt of silence, a startled glance
He was set free
He has arrived
He was hoping she did too.

-- by Sharkee*

For the seventeenth. =)