1. 00:59 20th Aug 2010

    Tags: my poetryread the mirror by louise gluck!!

    inspired by the lovely ms gluck

    kissing your ankles makes you laugh because your bones are big and thick and wide and you’re not a girl or anything, not with your almost-kicks to my face while i’m lying on my stomach with my lips on the top of your feet. smooth, like the skin on the back of my knees and the spot next to my breast; i wonder why you don’t look down and smile, like i do, when we’re sitting side by side or when i’m on your lap or when you’re on top of me, almost smothering, almost blocking them out, but my head is small, petite!, and i can duck beneath your armpit and glance at them, big and thick and wide. they’re beautiful. you distill this thought, or try to - boats, ducks, skis, sleds, your fingers on mine instead, small and curved like frozen flower petals, you whisper, when your eyes are half-closed and you’re feeling vulnerable. still, i persist - like you, they’re the foundation, our carrier, the start of the warrior that keeps the monsters out from under our bed. they’re beautiful, like frozen flower petals bloomed too early.