Panic in your face, you write questions
to ask him. When he arrives,
you are serene, your fear
unbetrayed. How unlike me you are.
After the dance,
I see your happiness; he holds
your hand. Though you barely speak,
your body pulses messages I can read
all too well. He kisses you goodnight,
his body moving toward yours, and yours
responding. I am frightened, guard my
tongue for fear my mother will pop out
of my mouth. “He is not shy,” I say. You giggle,
a little girl again, but you tell me he
kissed you on the dance floor. “Once?”
I ask. “No, a lot.”
We ride through rain-shining 1 a.m.
streets. I bite back words which long
to be said, knowing I must not shatter your
moment, fragile as a spun-glass bird,
you, the moment, poised on the edge of
flight, and I, on the ground, afraid.
Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Copyright © 1995
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Walking The Marshland by Stephen Dunn
- A Hand-Mirror. by Walt Whitman
- Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours. by Walt Whitman
- A Winter Bluejay by Sara Teasdale
- Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest by Sylvia Plath
- Sonnet 07
- Robert Burns: I Hae a Wife O’ My Ain:
- Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.
- Untitled XXIII by Yunus Emre
- Spring poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown by William Wordsworth
- Dancing by Robert Hass
- Confession by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
- The Explanation by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Она была добра
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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