In waiting
Recklessly real, this red-ribboned reputation of chosen realms
Faith’s card had played with itself time again
And it means to magnificently manoeuvre – just that she will need to be altogether contrary with herself
He whispers within: “time shall tell…”
A living, breathing pernicious individual holds court
Ferociously focused and all of it a living, setting process to whichever may ever come first
To think things through, to broach the thirst-ridden surface
An amalgamated mess no less perturbed perhaps, these lucid lapses in sizeable synapses
He grapples with the gracious girl’s resultant smile – beautiful by all sworn-off accords
A million miles from home
And still
Forever willing to hold contagious court
Mind over matter, yet she matters the most
