Heavy gray clouds battle for control of the supple trees,
which bend under the will of the wind,
leaves whipping and flickering their bright undersides,
like the dresses of frantic Spanish dancers;
pale pulp squishes between her toes,
the grapes bursting under the weight of
eighteen-year-old feet - both the fruit
and the flesh are soft and ripe
and smell of sugar in the sun;
the gray sea licks wildly at the gravelly shore,
while her fire-red locks twist and tangle in the wind.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Heavy gray clouds battle for control of the supple trees,
which bend under the will of the wind,
leaves whipping and flickering their bright undersides,
like the dresses of frantic Spanish dancers;
pale pulp squishes between her toes,
the grapes bursting under the weight of
eighteen-year-old feet - both the fruit
and the flesh are soft and ripe
and smell of sugar in the sun;
the gray sea licks wildly at the gravelly shore,
while her fire-red locks twist and tangle in the wind.