And to think I tripped, like little girl, over the edge of your iris
And into the endless abiss of those sparkling blue-green eyes
Without giving thought as to where I might land
Or where my heart might shred or scrape.
To think I even thought
Of allowing myself the luxury of the velvet daydream of you
Maybe asking me to a prom,
My thoughts dripping gold and smelling rancid with romance.
I could almost feel your warm, sturdy hand interwoven in mine;
Could almost induldge your hot breath on my bare shoulder
And hear the music and people dancing around us.
I melted into the pure happiness that your laugh reeked of and, with weak knees,
Gave in to that boyish, confident grin until it stained my memory.
My attention, without fail, always snagged on yout innocence:
It caught and mangled with the flirtatious brush or our skin
And twisted in a gruesome mess with my naive nature.
I look back now of course, and laugh right with you, because
As my raw and battered heart has healed,
I learned to let go with ease and carelessness;
Just like a little girl.