Summer days:
A poet I am not
But perhaps I am a lover
(Well that’s not the right word either)
A cowardly frightened creature I am
But writing these may help me become one
for poetry is stitched to the lining of one’s heart
Your hair is shinning in the light right now
(No don’t turn away I like to admire art)
For every day of summer
I will designate a fine feature to study
It shall be my clandestine chamber to keep
And your intangible presence
connected with my delusion strings
– A prelude to my studies
Lo tingles in my hands
climbing up my limbs
Lola drenches my thoughts
Before dissolving lushly in between sticky perplexed matter
But Lolita embeds itself into the rusty recesses of my heart
Those hazy eyes preform hypnosis on my shaken gaze
Tender gangly limbs lightly speckled with goosebumps
(A brush dipped in a swirl of pink)
Under a single butterfly touch
Curling scarlet lips
Freshly parted like a pitted cantaloupe
How you tease and play
(I see your feigned purity now)
My sweet little harlot
Doing the jitter bug
On cheap hardwood floor
I would love it so if you taught me
Sun dresses
And sun kisses caress you
I envy them both you know
Always getting so close to you
While I scrutinize from over here
(Does that sound too melodramatic?)
Your softened peach fuzzed edges do bring out
The saccharine in me
Let me braid those honey drenched locks
While you figit on my lap
The rocking chair groaning under our weight
Sun splayed along those gold tinged thighs
Peeking beneath a checkered blue map
Reckless fingers slipping through magazines
While mine travel adoringly through your hair
The other one’s
(Beastly bulbous women)
Would never let me you know
Husks of grotesque nothings they are
(You wouldn’t braid a pigs tail would you?)
They’ve had the daisy fresh girl beaten out of them
But not you Lolita
Never you
Those pressing legs and twitching lips
Have serenaded their true purpose to me
(And I am an unbridled seeker of truth)
And I have responded in tentative kind
(Oh yes dear I am still a little shy)
Perhaps if you stay
(On my lap is good for now)
We can help each other break from those pesky shells
(The superficial boundaries I mean)
Don’t confuse that as a pretentious offer
A metaphor to grow up my dear angel darling
– 12 is peachier than 13
2 Comments
Dearest Reegan,
I loved this piece! Not only because I love poetry, but your voice & the way you pieced together each phrase really stood out and flowed & sounded beautiful. I love the way you had certain phrases in brackets, with a different perspective and different thoughts captured in that! My favourite line definitely was, “But Lolita embeds itself into the rusty recesses of my heart”, the way you phrased it was beautiful & hit me hard!
For improvement all I can really say is possibly split the entire poem up into multiple stanza’s- this would help with the flow of the piece as well as easier for the reader to follow! This was only minor and my opinion but overall, it was a beautiful piece!
Your writing never ceases to amaze me. I know you aren’t as confident in your poetry, but you definitely wrote an amazing piece here! Cannot wait to read more pieces!
Love always,
Alyna <3
It means a lot that you enjoyed this poem so thank you.
Reegan