Some Street in Philadelphia
A Crush Poem...
to him she was like a ruby gladiola
stretching from a damp green bucket
on the darkest corner of his hood,
exotic.
the sway of her hips solicited samba rhythms
to push through the cracks of four story windows
down fire escapes to swirl at her trinket filled ankles.
melodic.
like rain-soaked summer pavements
she cooled his soul. when she smiled, good morning,
he memorized the constellation in her irises.
natural.
today he would hand her the blossom
barter for her name
attempt not to blush at her astonishment.
sincere.
she would tell him her name was isabelle
that she always took the long way home
to gaze at the gladiolas and smell his cologne.
About the Creator
Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
Check out my series starting with Hood Ornaments
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