maelynslavik

all the things i do not know about love –

the proper ways to hold someone through the storm, what to say

when a snake has shed its rippling skin and silence with it,

I wonder what kind of mind lies behind those big brown eyes,  

behind her laugh, which makes the sweetest souls swoon, 

behind her smile, infectious and sugar sweet. 

yet through it all, 

Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron

Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand 

The science teacher showed your writing 

as an example in class today 

and even though 

he cut off the name, I knew 

it was you. 

The way you make your y's and f's