Friday, 17 July 2015

My secrets soft and hid.

Red headed and vibrant
wrists as delicate as glass
the nape of her neck a tideline

Flicking back through the pages
the italics hidden in plain sight
it is no revelation
But at the time
that girl took me by surprise

Draped in men's clothing
her lips were petals
the slip of her body a pale ribbon
A long-limbed confusion

She was a complete stranger to me