treebark honey & the hoods of his eyesA Poem by Kara Emily Krantz
crazy how a moment can twist your gut into itself.
he looks at me with the hoods of his eyes raised (just enough) to pierce me with his gaze.
'lookin' good today, ms.krantz.' he uses the title like it's something kinky - something he could slide over my skin some secret night.
his voice reminds me of honey off treebark and the click-clicking of my boots go cur-clump.
just a slight trip / a stumble and -i'm cut down to a stump-
i continue down the hall without a single back-wards glance for i refuse to see the way his lips are surely curling.
crazy how a moment can strip you of whatever pieces of adulthood you've managed to acquire.
and you're just a little girl with honey on the treebark of her hands.
© 2008 Kara Emily KrantzFeatured Review
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Added on April 1, 2008Last Updated on April 1, 2008 AuthorKara Emily Krantzhttp://karaemily.wordpress.com, MAAboutI am resolved to never be content with the lives of "quiet desperation" which so many of us lead, to continuously challenge myself, and forever walk in Beauty. I like pandas. I like writing poe.. more..Writing
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