Ribbons

Tonight I will forget 
the girl with the ribbons 
that curled around her hair like ivy; 
whose hands were almost as cold 
as her heart. 

I read into her 
like the pages of a book, 
and I mapped the corners of each page 
with my thumb, 
though it was she who veiled me 
in fingerprints. 

I wanted to memorize her, 
but the pages were split apart 
and on some days 
entire chapters would disappear. 

She funneled a private winter 
to my blazing August nights, 
and even when shut up in the smallest, warmest chamber, 
I shivered all the same. 

I submerged myself in her 
as if she were the night 
and foolishly I pushed to see past 
the sharp, silver moons that hung 
preceding nothing more than contempt. 

In the snowy afternoon 
I peel myself from her 
and soon the night is nothing more than 
limbo between dusk and dawn.

Reviews

[Kaylee]

This is really good. I like the connection between you and the girl. You are a part of each other, but you are growing distant from her. It's a really great analogy of change in general. You should review some of my poems too!