Lucas Savela's Tied Tongue Tumbles On
October 1, 2010
O Her Laugh
O her laugh
Her laugh, her laugh
Floats and flutters, as high as the trees.
Rivaling the birds’ song
O the rush
The rush, the rush
My blood, racing toward my cheeks
Reddening them like a delicious
O goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
“Five days sure takes forever” I say
Her ears hear not
O it skips
It skips, it skips
The heart’s rhythm loses pace
Merely thumping along for too long
O a face
A face, her face
A quick passing moment halted by slow motion
A bonus sight and completed life
O her laugh
Her laugh, her laugh
Floats and flutters, as high as the trees
Rivaling the birds’ song
