Palm Of Her Hand Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Normally there isn't anything
Special about an normal hello.
Most use it as an scapegoat to avoid awkward tension.
That weird silence that sits in an strange exchange of nothingness.
But this particular exchange was inevitable.
Sharing something true with a complete stranger.
trailing the sound of laughter, the sound of connecting eyes.
Staring at her I could see her smile swallowed by the crinkles of her cheeks.
By this time I was unsure of my imminent doom.
All things sucked into a complete void of nothingness.
Bringing to attention that I was soon to be blown into an weird yet satisfying oblivion.
Sitting there smiling into her eyes.
The infinite chance of a reoccurring moment.
Swallowed whole by the expanding effect of oblivion.
An expanding light flickering in the glitter of darkness
Closed in the gap of her hands