to your meadow
I dress neatly and smooth
my hair down and my
hemline low
You turn and say I am too young
come back later
and I do when I am sparkling
with ripeness at
my centre
You turn and say I am too naive
you would hurt me
so I spend my bloom on
wastrels and wait
for turn three
This time you have unlocked the gate
beckon me to cross
We kiss at the bridge's apex and
I pull you past the rails make
you feel my loss
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It's a sad, sad phrase, but I really like "I spend my bloom on wastrels"
ReplyDeleteAnother great tell of fairy tales. I loved this: I pull you past the rails make you feel my loss.
ReplyDeleteFine penning!