Day 13, poem 4
Apr. 17th, 2005 02:22 pmcross-posted to
100poems and my own LJ
it follows her around
the craving
the belief she has that she can be filled
when she's not empty
the hem of her dress
just brushes the floor
and you smell wildflowers
the slope of her neck makes you think of spring
and how the daffodils bend
as if they don't know their own magnificence
you have this foolish wish
to brush her hair back,
tie a lavender ribbon to her chin
force her head up
so she can see the world
so the world can see her
so she can know
she's beautiful
it follows her around
the craving
the belief she has that she can be filled
when she's not empty
the hem of her dress
just brushes the floor
and you smell wildflowers
the slope of her neck makes you think of spring
and how the daffodils bend
as if they don't know their own magnificence
you have this foolish wish
to brush her hair back,
tie a lavender ribbon to her chin
force her head up
so she can see the world
so the world can see her
so she can know
she's beautiful