My pale, baby face blooms unseen in your bedroom mirror;
I watch you, beautiful woman who is not yet mine,
dancing in the scent of summer and hypnotised
by half moon shadows playing across creaky floorboards.
It’s Friday night and you shake off those playground blues,
put on your high heeled shoes, too dark eyeliner,
and line your lips into the shape of a woman who dresses
for nobody but herself, shimmering beneath a disco ball
of every tomorrow I wish I could be in but I know
it is not my time yet. Let me watch a little longer;
let me watch you braid your hair with daisy chains
and spin until you are butterfly dizzy.
Let me watch a little longer, beautiful woman
who is not yet mine. Even when you know
there’s something in the wind – tiny hands,
purpling skin and the threat of every tomorrow
becoming a yesterday you wished you had lived
to its very fullest. My pale, baby face blooms unseen
and you dance in the heady wildflower love of summer,
hypnotised by half moon shadows playing across creaky floorboards.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
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