She - A poem

 


Tinted lips and shiny cheeks scream
hours of hot sun and scratched up knees
deep into whirlpools of everything
balancing a whole solar system while wearing Saturn’s ring

Never see the morning sun but watch it go down and drown out surrounding sound
Ink her thoughts and leave rings of coffee on the table cloth
Glazed like a donut and smiling so wide
Catch her if you can but you might as well run after the high tide

Consistent with every step of the way there
Some days demand heels and others flats
Ubiquitous, a woman of many hats
When keys jingle at the end of a long day
Just drink her water, surrender and pray

Stomach down, flip through pages
She can fight a weekend she’s been through a lifetime of changes
Condensation can settle on her shades
Nap under the sun until everything fades

Jet black hair and eyes that reflect the sun to shine on the onlooker
She’s always out of reach, can never book her
Desires more than anything to be mysterious, can’t help herself but let it all out
The more she gives the more you realise you know nothing of what she’s about

And she wakes up early, makes time for the people she loves
Keeps giving and you take
But you also give back because she attracts
all that is good on god’s green earth
When she’s deciding there’ll be that old chorus of ‘I saw her first’

Wear her best dress and shoes to match
Earrings from three years ago and chunky anklet with a latch
Eyes that could kill if you look for too long and in her presence for more than you’re used to
start hearing faint songs

Her coffee mug will tell the tale of old lunch dates with friends
Archived posts of when she tried that trend so desperate to blend
In jewellery from when she a was a new girl in an old city
And walking through crowded streets with sleepy eyes and hair frizzy

That red beaded bracelet from a first love
Radiant expressions and favourite band live
Hand painted fruit bowls and hallway high fives
There will be racks of stuff from people and places of ever corner of her world
She was a sixteen year old girl




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