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To The Girls
Forgive me.
I stole a glance up your shirt
While helping you manage the ladder.
I can still see the heart
You inscribed upon my hand
That day, I hadn’t any clue.
Now I know, I should have known
I would be great friends with you.
With a most ecstatic hug,
I soaked in your laugh.
Your smile, my photograph, your sculpture,
Someone would say
They mirrored one another.
Coming in from the beach,
Sunburned in the dark,
I bend down and wash your feet,
We are sandy. Giddy. Restless.
The dirt of the day washes out to the street.
Tanzen Lilly, 2010
I stole a glance up your shirt
While helping you manage the ladder.
I can still see the heart
You inscribed upon my hand
That day, I hadn’t any clue.
Now I know, I should have known
I would be great friends with you.
With a most ecstatic hug,
I soaked in your laugh.
Your smile, my photograph, your sculpture,
Someone would say
They mirrored one another.
Coming in from the beach,
Sunburned in the dark,
I bend down and wash your feet,
We are sandy. Giddy. Restless.
The dirt of the day washes out to the street.
Tanzen Lilly, 2010
Published 18th Dec 2012
| Edited 2nd Jan 2014
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19th Dec 2012 5:25pm
You have some great imagery here. Very suscient, powerful. And from the female perspective, a little scarey, too.
2nd Jan 2013 00:57am
im a male and this really made me sit amd think i love your way of writing keep it up
