we are back to ten
preteen novelties, bralettes, tents
you meditating, holy book in hand
quiet scribbles, I pen something for you
a meditation on how the light falls
so strikingly on your face
ink bleeds through the page
you are in so many of my dreams
knight in shining armour
rumpelstiltskin twirling, spinning gold
I hear you say “she’s so deranged I’ll take her”
I smile and look away
something fragile flutters
I catch myself blushing
this moment blossoms
into a hundred more bad poems
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
we are back to ten
preteen novelties, bralettes, tents
you meditating, holy book in hand
quiet scribbles, I pen something for you
a meditation on how the light falls
so strikingly on your face
ink bleeds through the page
you are in so many of my dreams
knight in shining armour
rumpelstiltskin twirling, spinning gold
I hear you say “she’s so deranged I’ll take her”
I smile and look away
something fragile flutters
I catch myself blushing
this moment blossoms
into a hundred more bad poems
