the sophistiocated philistine walked clumsily along the ridge....
mountainous in her views, her aspects glaring at the sun right in the eye.
The eagles soared above pretending to mind their own business
Just as she delved into her own pretence:
She did not notice the gaping absense,
As this was just the beginning, surely there could be no vulnerable tenderness.
She had been perched up here too long, she's craggy and shifty.
Although cracks are appearing in her hardline history...
This strange tingle of giddiness, this darting interest
That doesn't seem to notice anything but-
The absense....
Unitchable itch, sleepless nights when the senses are far too alert
When the absense is strongest
When almost ashamed and definitely aghast to say it:
The lover has caught her heart.