04-21-2013, 07:05 AM
Mustn’t forget. Mustn’t forget although the smiles it brings are guilty and its pleasure is colored with culpability. Still take it down. Take it all down.
Beautiful balcony scene. The tips of my toes on the steps, leaning down to look at him looking up at me. A game. Rustling leaves and laughter as he hides from me in branches.
Unaffected words, unconscious wooing. The space between us contains fifteen years, but his eyes are like a boy’s, and they tell me I am a woman now.
I take a picture: his eyes shockingly blue and his mouth almost smiling. This is what I will keep, you radiant, you gentle Boy Who Is Not A Boy. This is where I will dare to love you.
Beautiful balcony scene. The tips of my toes on the steps, leaning down to look at him looking up at me. A game. Rustling leaves and laughter as he hides from me in branches.
Unaffected words, unconscious wooing. The space between us contains fifteen years, but his eyes are like a boy’s, and they tell me I am a woman now.
I take a picture: his eyes shockingly blue and his mouth almost smiling. This is what I will keep, you radiant, you gentle Boy Who Is Not A Boy. This is where I will dare to love you.