Self-Portrait
A warm girl with icy hands
glasses, jean jacket, wild hair tied back,
a secret smile softly curving her lips,
mirrored eyes that look into you
She knows you as you know her
completely and not at all
She walked to her house as though
she were in a dream
slow movements, every sound echoing
Water on her cheek woke her,
silent steps ushered her into
a dark, empty home
In bed she lay awake listening
to the rain make love to the
glass, concrete and earth
wondering if she'd ever love
as the rain loves
swiftly and unequivocally
©k.l.d. 2005
Posted at 12:04:17 am by
TheKaren
