bittersweetA Poem by Krista LaraineI spoke to a sixteen year old boy today, all excited about a girl. "She is beautiful inside and out," he says, And I remember.
Running through the woods in the heat of early summer, toward freedom in a blue dress. The babydoll kind, tied at the waist and reaching for my knees, without much luck. Those woods in Florida are a kind of tease- like the fake flowers my grandmother has the men plant around her yard so that they will not die. Harsh and impersonal. I manage to find a place to recline, to play Truth or Dare. Fifteen and I do not care about the sharp pine needles, only his smile. The way he looks at me like I am Helen of Troy.
Time moves slowly then- when you savor every moment and anticipate the next. When clasping hands can turn you on and going out means forever. Thrills to be had, us hitching a ride to the 7-11, Six Underground on the radio "take me down, safe and sound " it fades and I am on the ground. A tear falls from my cheek through the thick air and sacred silence for what we have done. The world in a bedroom, my future in a diary. Unconcerned with grown up things, unknowing this intensity- this contentment, is all too temporary. © 2010 Krista LaraineReviews
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Added on February 15, 2008Last Updated on March 3, 2010 AuthorKrista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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