She Came

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once when i came to you
your life
changed.
you went from
blonde to red
drinking me
like syrup
and trading boys for tenderness.

you came
on the floor
in the art gallery
tackling love
and me
pinpointing innocence
and discarding it
next to Cassatt.

you came on rainy nights
when parents slept
and friends thought
we were friends
despite the unmistakable rustle
of sleeping bags.

when we came together
it was innocent
shy, and young,
something I'd lose
to the winds of age
and new prospects.

when you came
you were magic
sparks flying from blue eyes
bubbles of laughter
kissing me
red hair
young
when we came.

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sacksackabout 19 years ago
breezy.....

marvelouslly frank and realistic. I enjoyed this!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
"...drinking me like syrup..."

Perfect analogy! that line hooked me and made me smile huge. Great job, babe!

impressiveimpressiveabout 19 years ago
SIMA!

This is just lovely! Very nice work. ~Imp

Du LacDu Lacabout 19 years ago
discarding innocence..

Although I feel the words could be stronger I loved this image..

quote:

you came

on the floor

in the art gallery

tackling love

and me

pinpointing innocence

and discarding it

next to Cassatt

the image of a Cassatt.. impressionism.. the blues, pinks and sharp jabs of heavy paint, very physical use of art.. usually displaying when you step back a mother and child.. innocence displayed on the wall, blurred when close up... and the physicalness of the "tackle" of love and orgasm flinging innocence to the wind..

great image thank you for the journey~

Du Lac

matriarchmatriarchabout 19 years ago
Your writing

just gets better and better. This is a beautiful rendition of that first love of youth, the one that lingers in your heart, long after it has left your life. Well done SIMA.

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