National Poetry Month: Poem 5
The murky, blue of his eyes lured me in.
They were different than the crystal clear transparency I was used to.
Urging me to wade in the seemingly calm waters, only to feel the intense pull of the raging river.
His pale and freckled hands, quietly steady me, promising me the scary, surprising ride down these rapids would be worth it.
The creeping blush coloring and flushing his cheeks, lets me know this is the first time he has gone through with this ride, this adventure.
He is no expert.
Ironically, that calms me and I am ready to see where this ride will take me.