mouths of Angels and babes

mouths of Angels and babes

and her lips were stained with pomegranate juice,
it trickled down and around her chin.
a cool sea breeze whipped at her face and the salt from the ocean mixed in with her hair.
all i could do was smile and remember when i laughed at her jokes and
held her hand when she let me.
we met while she was walking down the board walk barefoot, side stepping broken glass and eating an ice cream cone.
she smiled at me and i was taken, her eyes promised soft grass her skin the beaches.
she asked me my name but never offered hers so i mumbled sweetheart in her ear all night and she giggled.
i loved her.
i felt like a knight courting a maid that was never to be his promised to
someone or something grater then i. we had 4 days together and then i had to leave for school. when we parted she was the same as the day i met her she was aloof and comforting at the same time, it was harder on me then her i think.
three years have passed now. i noticed her through the coffee shop window the other day, she was sitting on the steps of a library dressed in a sweater spitting out pomegranate seeds every one representing adventure and loss. the juice making her mouth and fingers glisten
i miss the boy i was.

Laura Collins wrote this...bitches
a long while back 2008