Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Coming of Age

It seems so ridiculous now,
Skip-tripping through town in short summer dresses,
Sunglasses tipped to tease
The thirty-something teen ego swelling
With secrets.

You remember the sweat,
Hair much blonder in summer,
Slick as the latest strawberry gloss
Below your gentleman's belt.
I stretch to strengthen my nest.

Upstairs a flash of heels,
A timely spring,
Creaking less fragile than that of my bones
In winter

We feel the heat rise.