Sunday, January 18, 2015
Lost Poems: girl
Shabby stings, of blonde hair,
ends colored as if dipped in honey,
down the grape blouse,
sleeves pulled over to hide half of her hands,
Hands rocking back and forth,
left fingernails torn between the teeth,
the right, cradling,
outside the mouth for its turn.
Those melancholy sage eyes
nestled in mottled skin
the glassy figure in reflection.
Written in the Spring of 2003.