sketch of paloma

alone she stood on the wall and spoke to me
as if i wasn't listening but i heard her eyes
her facial expressions and she blew me away

the others there, they were nothing like her
they didn't compare. they were just angles who posed and contorted themselves but to me were featureless and she blew me away

so suddenly, her eyes spoke to me

so genuine, so silently honest and it was who she was, and what she wanted to be seen for who she was in her nakedness and she blew me away

so silently, her eyes spoke to me

time to go but it was alright because i knew i'd see her again