thedorkiest

"Purdy"

...a purdy girl came in light camo
and washed denim, jangling my way
with her baggy legs swishing against another
in some, hypnotic, and, subliminal, way,
she turns away before her face can truly grace,
and instead Im hammered by my hearts fervor
as her hair cascades over her shoulders
in the descent of a burgundy waterfall.
She disappears round a corner,
only to appear around the next,
and sashayed my way with a reserved smile,
that spoke more of things we left unheard.
-4-20-05


I wrote this poem on the spur of the moment when I saw a girl I didn't know, briefly, on the second floor of the college library. The poet/romantic fool in me was flooded with passion the moment I saw them, and ...since sweeping her off her feet wasn't an option, I scribbled out this poem instead.
Note the day I wrote it. If that means anything to you then you can appreciate this poem even more because it meant something to me

-Michael