Roses, Bronze Bangles, and Kites

the mouse that roared's picture

The girl that I love
Wears a rose on her ivory neck
That hides from all eyes except mine

I would kiss it
The day she flips my pendant round,
Touching my collarbone.
"I'm kind of OCD about pendants," she said. "Sorry."
"It's OK," I smiled. I came out to her ten minutes later,
spouting out like a teapot, not the way I want to
but the way I usually
come out to straight girls.

The girl that I love also
Has brown frizzy hair with golden rays of sunlight
When she stands by the window.
She wears bronze bracelets that bangle when she reaches up--

I would touch them, but
Her arms are so beautiful and she would laugh like a
Triangle ringing
And hug me and say it was
okay.

The girl that I love
Wears a ripple of skirt like a kite flying away,
Heart bumping along and unraveling as she twirls and twirls
her back and feet away.

Comments

Andrewgirl3's picture

wow

ThaThat is an awesome poem. I love the rythm of it, as well as how you described things--spouting like a teapot, bronze bracelets bangle.

the mouse that roared's picture

:) you're back!

yay! thanks about the poem, too.

No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless; there is too much work to do.--Dorothy Day

msquared's picture

Yay!

Me likes! Very cute. One thing, though...the first stanza is kind of out of rhythm, but I'm sure it won't be hard to fix.

“Never forget! The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche