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Maybe one day

Published by Ondrej on April 20, 2020

Stepping onto the stage
the applause grows
grows louder
now a roar,
a standing ovation.

Curtains wide open
spotlights like stars
only much closer.
Showing perspiration
as the victory chords
ring out in glorious succession
across the auditorium
reverberating, echoing
dancing—in tandem
with the cheers and claps
a victorious couple,
entwined, a cosine and sine,
soaking up the crowd
the atmosphere,
the joy.

Suddenly—a snap.
And silence.

Stadium, gone.
No yelling,
no standing,
no longer.

Back to reality
reality of real life.
Maybe one day, says father,
hand on my shoulder.

A glint in your eye

Published by Ondrej on April 16, 2020

There’s a glint in your eye
perhaps a furtive glance
or a smile
you’re ready to dance.

Dance, we will,
till the sun rests
And sing, we will,
till the moon’s in the sky.

That lubricious look you gave me
full of passion, desire – and there was one thing
one in who’s recognising I’m only a trainee
it’s one that made my heart so dearly ring.

You can feel it between the short breaths
between the needed gulps of air
a pang of fiery warmth
through a curtain of her hair.

This is a world unparalleled
as we reach the romantic overture
where words are of no use, where telepathy prevails
an experience, a feeling to nurture.

As the beating drums switch to tingling triangles,
and oxytocin tsunamis turn to tender embraces
understanding the words behind each fond caress:
‘tis adoration for one another we here possess.

If only she knew

Published by Ondrej on March 30, 2020

I look into her eyes:
they are like a sunlit forest,
a terrestrial Lothlorien.
Green and brown,
rich, lively earthly hues
I’m already lost in them, to be honest.
My breath comes out in sighs,
she is smiling:
a real comedienne.

Moments like these
could last forever;
and in a way, they do.
Forever on replay
in my mind,
if only, if only she knew.

She won’t ask
and I won’t tell her.
How could you?
You can’t say
that every second
since that fateful day
I’ve been wanting to tell you
that what I feel is true.

It’s a shame that moment never happened;
you were never that close.
Your eyes, only distant;
not glancing my way,
not even for an instant.
On a picture I hold
as my hands tremble.
At least the tears, I mumble,
wash away the dust as they tumble.