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These brief minutes she will think on until the day's end.
As he talks she wonders if he can tell what she's thinking
If he knows the irregular way her heart thuds against her chest
The locket calls to her, but she dare not reach for it.
His aura surrounds her, both comforting and disturbing her being
She wills herself to speak but the shy, quiet sounds escaping her lips betray the beating drum inside her
The thin veil hiding her desires is falling
And something is screaming to know him.
She prays he doesn't see the tumult within her, but
The moment is passed
And they're on their separate paths again, one to the west, the other the east.
With his gaze no longer upon her,
She pulls her threaded secret from her blouse
Her hands caress the engraving on the locket, and
She wills herself to be there and not here
But that only works for her world.