from the notebook this afternoon [yup, more writerspew]

[aithne]

a note to the redhead

Nine years now, and I am only lately
realizing how beautiful you are;
your hair falling away from your face
precious as a cat's lifted to the sunlight.
The seeing eye clouded, the bad eye clear,
your knowledge of the heart clearer than blue.
I feel a hunger to know you
another decade, and another;
and after that, to tag along
as long as you will have me,
till we are both old ladies who snore
delicately in the afternoons, when the cats
puddle around our feet and purr.

Comments

*fans self*

[zaratyst.livejournal.com]

oh my.

Re: *fans self*

[silenceleigh.livejournal.com]

*hee* I thought you might like that. :)

Re: *fans self*

[zaratyst.livejournal.com]

nobody boyz ever wrote poems for me! I'm switching brands!

(OK, I lied, Geoff did once, but not as well.)

[silenceleigh.livejournal.com]

Some boys write good poems for girls, though. *points at Chris*