Between My Fingers

From between my fingers I watched You
I saw Your strength and wanted to feel
The power, the glow, the breathlessness
From between my fingers I saw how others responded
I saw the respect You were given
How they quietly parted like the red sea
How words were carefully put so as not to offend
The HIGHS and the lows according to Your gaze
I saw this, between my fingers.
I saw how like a moth to a flame You drew me in
Turning away was useless
My inner eye was focused on
And tuned into
That which I watched from between my fingers
The sound of Your voice
The strength of Your commands
I willingly gave until the wall
The long finger that pointed away from You
Extended out above my head.
To my left the darkness of my previous knowledge
To my right the bright spotted magnet of You
As if I were on a moving sidewalk I moved to the left
Making no progress for at the small of my back
I feel Your hand
Not pulling, not pushing…just there.
When I turn to look into Your eyes I don’t see you
If I call out my own voice echoes against me
Skin still hot..i know You are not gone
So why do I feel as if I am slipping away
Between Your fingers.

©Lainey Starr 2010