soft

Thursday, May 24, 2012

*Sorry I missed last Saturday, but in my defense I have been terribly, awfully, almost aneurism-ly busy with school. It's the end of middle school, and I have a project or report or something in every single subject. Don't get me started. Anyway, I would have missed today, too, except I didn't want to miss two days in a row, so here's a poem I wrote a while ago called Soft.*


Soft

as cashmere
wrapped
carefully
perfectly
round my delicate frame.

as sunlight
burning holes
into every eye
flames licking
each perfect
ruby
mouth.

as snow
falling
every so gently
frigid
in the warm
shivering air.

as a summer day
the breeze catching
our smiles
and molding them
into those
of delight.

as stars
woven moonbeams
of hope and dreams
and all the things
we wish
will come
but never
do.

as a heavy quilt
bundled up
and around
and everywhere
flickering in the light
from the glowing fire.

as light
draped over light
little bits of memory
reflecting from mirror
to mirror.

as secrets
bound and checked
typed with precision
sent away
to be locked up
tight.

as lies
painful
growing ever so slightly
bigger
and bigger
until they burst.

as promises
gleaming and shining
rippling in the
possibilities
they create.

as love
so perfect
so terrible
so clich├ęd and normal
so every day
so beautiful
the one thing
worth living
and dying
for.

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