Panic in your face, you write questions
to ask him. When he arrives,
you are serene, your fear
unbetrayed. How unlike me you are.
After the dance,
I see your happiness; he holds
your hand. Though you barely speak,
your body pulses messages I can read
all too well. He kisses you goodnight,
his body moving toward yours, and yours
responding. I am frightened, guard my
tongue for fear my mother will pop out
of my mouth. “He is not shy,” I say. You giggle,
a little girl again, but you tell me he
kissed you on the dance floor. “Once?”
I ask. “No, a lot.”
We ride through rain-shining 1 a.m.
streets. I bite back words which long
to be said, knowing I must not shatter your
moment, fragile as a spun-glass bird,
you, the moment, poised on the edge of
flight, and I, on the ground, afraid.
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Copyright © 1995
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Colloquy Beneath by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- Psalm 04 poem – John Milton poems
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 9 из 15
- In Between The Strophes
- Эмиль Верхарн – Хлебопечение
- Степан Щипачев – За селом синел далекий лес
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Перевал
- Федор Тютчев – Как неожиданно и ярко
- The Astronomer by Rabindranath Tagore
- Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry by Robert Burns
- To Joanna by William Wordsworth
- Михаил Лермонтов – Я видел тень блаженства
- For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid by William Stafford
- In The Seven Woods by William Butler Yeats
- Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At —- Castle by William Wordsworth
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