Poetry

20. all about eve

in the morning

You came into my life.
You, with the sweetness of your mother’s perfumes,
you! – with your gaudy frills and
yes, even still – you – wrapped up in loud laughter,
your knee bare under the table.

The life you carried in your suitcase
was not mine.
It was a chaos of old photographs
hidden, secret,
in the folds of your dresses.

So elegantly, so unlike you –
we rearranged our brief affair,
that I could but stand in awe
as the ribbons came untied, and with them
our love collapsed
to the floor

 in a heap of white and pink, and nothing more.

girls' worlds

06 23 2012

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