a strange admiration

by kholinar

Your clicking toes resound through my halls
I adore the curves you throw my way
“you look so beautiful in red”
and they warn me (your defiant eyes)
but your soft words
crush me in the press
of those waiting lips

I could write a tale of you
of your origins,
your aspirations
the way your hair played as you fell
of how you lit the mornings
while I walked in the garden

I’d scratch it out,
the marble likeness of your brave face…
and some of that
might just be true.

As for those…
…absent nights, the scars
inside my throat
from your confections…
…should we save that for the talk show?

Advertisements