For Girls

For Girls

A Poem by Heather

A well-planted kiss left him
Dead on my doorstep; 
Although not my original intent
It was better this way
Somehow.

The traditional dance we danced:
Dinner, by candlelight
Of course;
Smooth flirtatious thorns between
The bites and the chews,
Swallows of mouth full feelings.

I'd assumed his words,
As mine, epitaphs.
I'd thought
Everything I knew about men so suggested
(Remarks on my beauty [a conceited attempt 
To lock my self, my essence, my femininity 
In a container of words]). 

Superficiality against palms pressed
When his hand grappled for mine
And I, tracing pounding pulses in the
Fingertips, matched it to the rhythm of our

Footsteps. In the direction of my destruction
We marched, not his. How could it be
When I had hoped hopes, feared fears,
Pitied pities, and dreamt dreams

Into a vessel so empty?
Dull eyes that drooped above
Straight nose
Above still mouth stood.
A doll playing dress up 
Sat right next to him
And he couldn't even see it.

Not as we scattered to the 
Bedroom - shed fabrics to reveal
Plastic,
All that was left from
His rushing, his joining, his giving, his taking
Of everything I thought to myself I could keep.

He stood to go when I felt it,
Unrecognizable at first so slow it crept 
Flushing pink my cheeks now that a
Promise to call fell dead from lips, the door opening,
I kissed. 

© 2018 Heather



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"Lock my femininity in a container of words"
oh those first dates, the promises of future, when all they are to some are one night stands.
a kiss of death.
love the way you ended it...
"Promise to call fell dead from lips, the door opening"
first kiss leads to last kiss all in one night.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

1 Year Ago

Your reviews are very constructive and insightful :) I wanted to write from a feminist point of view.. read more


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"Lock my femininity in a container of words"
oh those first dates, the promises of future, when all they are to some are one night stands.
a kiss of death.
love the way you ended it...
"Promise to call fell dead from lips, the door opening"
first kiss leads to last kiss all in one night.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Heather

1 Year Ago

Your reviews are very constructive and insightful :) I wanted to write from a feminist point of view.. read more
Goodness, A well built up write clear til the end, very nicely written. Like the descriptiveness & imagery

Posted 1 Year Ago



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