A Snapshot - Dream Fragment

I swear she’s just a child, yet she holds my head in her hands.

Grasps me like a haphazard rock atop a traffic cone.

And like a bandy Goliath

She tests my lips like cold waters on toes.

Trying for the first time the likes of my hulking frame.

And she purses her lips and tastes what’s been done.

I can only be still for her, searching her

If she needs me, I’m here for her

For the decision of a mistake or a realisation.

Yet how can she be a child, she holds my head in her hands.

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

I tried to find that 'one line' that captured me the most, but honestly, it's every line in this too short piece....every single line is a poem in and of itself. Very well done. Wish I'd written it, but I'm so glad you did. Thanks for sharing!

(PS: Realization is spelled with a Z.)

[Daytonight]

Such a lovely thought to be there for someone. Well done. Keep on penning.