Without Words

They had a feeling she was beautiful,
It spooked them.
It spooked them that they knew without asking,
A beauty they could see from the street,
Looking into the window.
A beauty that shook them so they couldn’t move.
From the street,
Across the yard,
Into the window,
And up the stairs.
There she was.
A beauty that pounded in their hearts and terrified them.
A beauty they couldn’t stop looking at.
A beauty that left them pinned to the road,
Too afraid to go knock on the door.
Too moved to pretend not to see.


In my hand: a book I'm adding to.