I
how do you look away
from girls in skirts belts turned
over at the top to be shorter
knees stark like pebbles
shirts gently pulled out
at the waist to let the breast
defy catholic school norms
the sway of the haughty ponytail
the walk intoxicating
cultured ethos of upbringing neglected
bottling up a run to the river of youth
snatching the bends and curves
awaited forever
waiting
waiting
waiting
to move so toes trouble breath
to be delicious
***
II
boys be gone
she is a woman who likes men
with boyish charms
having walked past
the doors that lay open
into the fold of matrimony
an initiation into womanhood
she is back at the missionary
with conservative hemlines
timid necklines
torrid copulation
envying brazen displays
of women who were more
pulling herself tighter
wrapping herself around
weaving words into stories
her flame barely aglow
the untamed spirit bright
despite the temperance
she did not know
don’t go out on me
we will fly free
**
III
dallying
between expectation and possibility
curves clothes and cares thrown
to the wind she flies
chasing word dreams
yet to be dreamt
the ones always dreamed
the end closing in
the futility constant
the point still unclear
whispers of the wind
beseeching of the earth
for a moment she stilled
not running
nor flying
a flutter arose
from within
freakish
extraordinary
clear
her light breathed a sigh
it was always just
she
only always
her
***
