Er - blame Girls Aloud for this.
DRAMA! Will anybody work out the 'sting in the tail' of my poem? Stay tuned to the comments section to find out!
The Littlest Love Letter
I saw you turn your head away on the street.
The bubbles of laughter worked their way
Rhythmically to the surface, the ground seemingly no match
For your feet, as you tottered and bounced with mirth.
Wind tossing your hair everywhere as though it were
Handfuls of cocoa powder exploding about your cheeks –
For you were long gone into the minute private sphere
Of your feverishly-active imagination; hopeful
Gaze recording an entirely separate vision
To the bemused strollers fading tonelessly away
Beside you, deep jade showing here and there,
Against your almond-milk face as it hid amongst your hair –
Such vocal eyes you had! The pebbled glint of curiosity
Speaks from them; not a hint of malice, but the black
Fringing of your lashes suggested childishness
As you giggled, and the fading pink of your mouth
Seemed to touch your cheeks, and I wanted to kiss you,
I wanted to fold my arms around the body
That seemed so much smaller and more graceful
When seen in his eyes than when I saw it,
Loaded with conflict, in the mirror each day.
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