- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Laina spun a star well tale
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Click hereAt first we didn't notice
anything but indigo
turning black. Then,
tiny eyes blinked back.
We, tiptoed, shoulders
leaned on stone, hair
dangling over the edge,
held our breaths
and prayed no pebble slips,
or else the mirror ripples
to a million pieces.
Do you think she will
show herself down there
this time?
Shh. Maybe. She's shy.
Will she sing?
You never know.
She never did, nor
did I come there for ghosts.
But for a silent hour, leaned
on rock, stealing glances
at gold red hair dangling
over the edge of myth.
Laina spun a star well tale
and I listened, not to words,
but to her exhale speaking.
- COMMENTS
cherries_on_snowover 17 years agoI've come back to reread this many times. It's beautiful and mysterious, Liar.
