Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Looking Forward To

A butterfly landed on my arm,
maybe looking to pollenate me with
the freshness on its wings. Its
only success was that it left behind
something that resembled freckles
on my skin. I have always
envied those dark marks on the
handsome boys that sit on benches
nearby, the sweet guys who cut
across the grass lawn getting
dusted by the sun where their rolled
up pants and deep neck shirts let
their bare (bear) limbs get scattered
with light. I do imagine those
freckled boys stopping just long
enough to grab my hand, to let their
fingers land on my arm like a
curiouser butterfly. I'd prefer his
freckles on my skin to my own as it were.

No comments: