(~colddanfeettan dA) July gift She spoke about: 'Moon', pronouncing it carefully. She ran down the hill and back While telling me about some Miscellaneous things (I couldn't breathe when she would left But I didn't want to leave anyway) She avanguardly cut the air walking towards me Tossing her hair from one side to another Streching out hand Clutching it tight Her careless laugh (might have been too light) And her legs from Design illustration books And swing and swing of her black loose skirt. I go out, I hide behind the door and close my eyes So immutably Disturbed. |