She

She walks like an Everglades moon

She kisses like a wet sunset

The corner of her mouth is Lake Superior

 

She dips fire in morning glories

Wades a see saw with her hips

Rocks a concert with her eyes

 

To her, a big O is like a carnival

Ferris wheel, and

every stuffed dog is rightfully hers

 

Pockets full of betrayals

Brushes and combs, and belly chains

Buttons coming down...to....here.

 

She rides a breeze like a surfboard

Elopes with tomorrow’s uncertainty

Whistles little melodies of an Irish possum

and skis on sand

to the end of the rainbow

 

Purple is her favorite color

Her charm bracelet is heavier than she is

Sneakers filled with yesterday’s adventure

and turnips and broccoli grow

in her windowsill

 

Where did she lose her gift?

Her Tinkerbelle?

Her white bear?

 

Why is the fabric on her couch now plaid?

When I know she prefers pastels.

 

Why does she allow him

to curb her enthusiasm?

When I know she’d rather be skydiving

from a divided ceiling of rubble than riches.

 

She twirls like a tree seed

She floats like dandelion fuzz

She smiles like a cosmic apocalypse

She...

 

doesn’t even now I’m alive.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

I can't believe this sat for a year with no reviews? Such is the cafe. Caught this in the live feed - this "She" so eclectic. So many wonderful little oddities "broccoli and turnips in the windowsill"
A wonderful poem.

[Colette]

oh thank u so much sweetie! i appreciate your comment!

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, DEEP. I needed a Coco poem. Loved the pace of the poem, the frenzy of emotion emotes this bewilderment. Like a Salvador Dali painting surreal in its realistic realm. In other words, it was great. :)

[Colette]

thanks Ev for ur eternal support! I need to write some more...so many emotions stirring inside of me...so much stress! I need to get it out!

[Everett DeValle]

I'm sure you will manage, Coco...I always love your style. ;)

~Ev