Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Gray Girl

My little Gray Girl
she runs amok at times.
Never far, Never long.
Some days, a fuzzy splash,
drop, drop, blotchy flash
But others, she curves just right.
Strong, skipping lithe
twisty player on ballerina toes
humming hints on rocker bottom souls
In secret, I dream those legs are mine
Sleek
on and on
hours long
In secret, she dreams I'll set her loose
facile feet
chase rain
moor tight her lover star.
Sad Girl, Gray Lady, always stuck in my footsteps
tide locked on the deep side
round and round she go.
Fly away lovely, so much prettier than I
whip a fit, silent screamer
follow
follow
run girl, go.
She'll sing her spite, chained baby, so bitter.
Faceless taster, her smile hides flame
I keep her safe, she holds me so
Never less, never lone
My little Gray Girl
please stay.

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2 comments:

  1. fav part: "She'll sing her spite, chained baby, so bitter.
    Faceless taster, her smile hides flame"

    Love how this flows

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  2. This is beautiful - "silent screamer" - love that. Thanks, this gave me a much-needed quiet moment in my voice-filled morning.

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