Quiet Steps

I love the

Pupils

That look up at me 

As children looks at the stars

Eyes wide, mouths open, hands 

Hanging at their sides.

Smile

That holds mine

As the earth holds the moon

And the moon pulls the oceans

To its pretend luminescence.

Skin,

That tells stories

Written in little fading lines

In places only she can

Make more raw.

Chest

That pulses under her shirt

When I tell her she's beautiful

And she smiles.

Hands

That glide on my body

Like the blades on ice skates

Making lines in the flooded grass behind

My house.

Her.

Author's Note

I've been playing around with this piece for a little bit now, and I'd like some suggestions on some different smaller details to change or things to add. Also, suggestions on the title would be lovely. Thanks for reading! :)

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

It's little things that are done in oft handed ways that catch our attention as different and that make us smile. these are the kinds of things that make our children unique in our memory forever.

[Emily]

Love it!
Great idea for a poem!
Keep up the great work!!