Unearthly creatures

They say she wears her vulnerability  
like a suit of armour, and it’s beautiful  
and maybe I’d look at her that way too  
if she hadn’t looked through me like I was invisible  
 
In my head she was something  
as magnificently untouchable as a mermaid
a curious creature of myths and legends  
that I was dying to meet on the outside of my dreams  
 
And in reality, she is more magnificently untouchable  
than I could ever have dreamed or imagined  
but in her presence I don’t feel humbled
in her presence I am afraid, and overwhelmed by the divinity of her scent  
that crashes over me like a tidal wave blotting out all the stars in night sky  
so that there is nothing but her image for me to stutter over in a mumbled “hi”
 
For a moment, I am a poet without words  
I am awkward and flushed and then
…then she is gone  
and I am filled with the cacophony  
of unspoken language  
all the things I could have said, should have said  
but didn’t  
 
And so I simply watch her from afar  
a shooting star, conversing with all the rising stars on the horizon  
and knowing that I am not one of them  
tethered to the earth, as I am  
a mere mortal, in the realm of Gods  
 
© Indie Adams 2013