Wednesday, May 18, 2011

no one else's.

when he made the world turn
slowly, and
managed to push away
all her petty thoughts of hatred
he held her fragile hands
like teardrops, or
and brushed them far away
from tracing lonely scars

the grass they’d lose themselves in and
find each other again, only to

that the other was different,
slightly changed, because
too many secrets can be hiding
in a field of wheat

as the indigo outlaws they watched
dazzling, the sky, or another word
they never quite remembered
because there were more important
things to do
boats to catch
hearts to juice
beneath almond-tasting fireworks
bending quietly above picnic blankets

always a question of character
anyplace, just
far away
lady’s choice, see.
but Nowhere doesn’t quite make sense
and who could decide
between the boy with the
and her secret teardrop scars?

1 comment:

  1. Awwwwwwwwwww

    I think this is the cutest one you've written (and just to be extra creepy, I totally just wrote a "love" poem too!)

    I loved all of it, specially the stanza patterns.

    As usual, I'm a little confused as to what is actually happening but I'm going to pretend it's happy, even if it's not :P

    You have beautiful wordage.