Fräulein-Träumer

between the waiting room and the stage

that is where it--

quick quick slow, repeat and turn

a dancer, born and bred

it was all too slow for you

a short pause, a bump in the shoulder,

a brief apology

just as nervous as you are

and even more so

a hitch in his breath confirms it

your shoulders collide

he rushed, fumbling

you choose to ignore it

worse has happened

but as he turns around

and his eyes meet yours; almost

another apology

no regrets now

you shake your head

as if to say it is okay

you stammer half the sentence--barely
and his eyes meet yours
this time for real; almost literally
and for the first time in your life, perhaps
you see it: honesty

your knees give way
he swoops down, gaze unswerving
your heart skips a beat; maybe two
your lips: parted, but speechless
they say nothing of the
chaos in your mind
they say--
they mumble meaninglessly

as your cheeks turn scarlet
you cognise but two things
time stopped
his eyes: they are brown

mooning, you find yourself
abstracted; perhaps even dazed
taken in without a struggle
you find yourself limp, fragile
captivated by the colour--
brown

note: read as if words keep slipping your mind as you are about to say them. the author leaves the interpretation of this one, vague as it may seem, to your discernment. however, just like the rest, there are clues within its body.

note: inspired by half a fanfic/story about two Kpop idols, written by the author's friend, Joan. this, on the other hand, is not about said idols.