puerileA Chapter by freelancejouster
climbing up, and up,
oblivious to those who
ask her why she's standing on chairs
instead of sitting in them.
ignoring those who bring you down
is almost akin to avoiding them.
and she stands there,
in her stiff white dress,
curls in rapids over shoulders,
and her plaintive eyes, as she reaches out for you.
tucking her up in your arms,
for no one makes you feel so young,
so carefree, as the childlike woman
who licks your chin, simpers, and giggles,
as you hold her close to your chest,
to never lose her.
© 2011 freelancejouster
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