Worship from Afar
When something aligns I'd worshipped from afar, always aware of her as she smiled her way around the backstage area, always ready with a look, a short smile, unable to share a word, utter a compliment, or offer a touch. I sensed her around corners, knew her scent in the darkness, dreamt of the lustre of her soft dark hair. She looked weary this morning, a late night performance shared with an audience who refused to not be enamoured by her bea...