Wallflowers

By Michael Valentine

Thu, 18 Dec 2014

2 comments

Wallflowers

See, what I like about you,

Is that you seem to like me too

It’s the way your solemn eyebrows move,

The blood in your bruise,

The mascara on your pillow and the bows on your shoes

It seems, to me, that I neglect these touches to often

Euphoric tears on your breasts

Your pubic hair in the shower, moist and softened

Wallflowers know all the secrets

But wallflowers are too bashful and blue

You may stand in the corner, observing the jackals

But while you watch, you should know that I’m watching you

Bleed more mascara onto your lap

One more cigarette and it’s time for a cab

One more cigarette, still, and a lonely nightcap

Who’s watching the wallflowers?

And who’ll notice if you slip out of sight?

Keep watching from a distance, wallflower

And I’ll keep an eye on you tonight

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Thu, 2014-12-18 23:22

yep. like it.

Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on Fri, 2014-12-19 07:10

Lovely observations with a dark undertow.