Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
His waltz-walk, just added to loveliness in a southern township made a balled hum like a grown elm sprung from pillboxes or a revved engine – the tip tapping, centerfold pouring tea and fertilize the carnal burn. I have an afterglow from watching him, he treats it like a sunrise; it splits to a peak, and dissolves untouched. We think of such moments as a fever, I hope he considers my smile a moon jewel a valuable pepper of pearls she wept and they fell from her head – but not I, no, I know that girls do not cry. And there will be a moment I know he is walking to me, he will waltz with me.
0
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
the first dance
His waltz-walk, just added to loveliness in a southern township made a balled hum like a grown elm sprung from pillboxes or a revved engine – the tip tapping, centerfold pouring tea and fertilize the carnal burn. I have an afterglow from watching him, he treats it like a sunrise; it splits to a peak, and dissolves untouched. We think of such moments as a fever, I hope he considers my smile a moon jewel a valuable pepper of pearls she wept and they fell from her head – but not I, no, I know that girls do not cry. And there will be a moment I know he is walking to me, he will waltz with me.
sarina
Written by
American
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem