I was in-between a child and a woman.
Stuck in the midst of discovery;
he had already found all he needed.
My playful hands tugged him
from solemnity and my smile echoed
in the crinkle of his eyes;
For a girl who knew too little
a man who knew too much
& a tale that would end too soon
blossomed, like easter lilies
still licked by snow
we broke through, beyond
and created a new emotion to define us-
I was "beautiful" in a whisper.
His embraces hovered my body,
like inches were replaceable
with longing; I believed I needed
the crush of his stare.
Preserved in the lick of his lips
while his fingers
were monuments
that needed to be revered;
in the dark, when the lights
forget to shine and silence swallows
the sound of my tears
even "beautiful" comes equipped with guilt.
Gold trophy winner
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