Wednesday, April 12, 2017

to you, my Mister

my Mister
yes, that's what you are

we kissed here
many moons ago

of course you remember

you would always put your arm
around my waist

preferred me in heels and a dress
or wearing your worn stained large blue tee

hair down long and loose

my hair was long then

when I left

I cut my hair so when you held
me again
you couldn't feel my hair brushing up
against your hand

you wouldn't recognize me anymore

the shift

your large caramel hands
my wavy roasted espresso hair

brushing your hand
as we walked