Free write 3/23/19

Beauty

Falls on your lap like a dripping ice cream cone

The tears that fall dry quicker

Than the water that has lapped on the shore from the lake

And her eyes almost cross as she passes, he

And their two tires almost touch

And the sun sits on a crescent of clouds

And rests in anticipation for the next day

Beauty

Holds your hand like a child

Who skips with you through the puddles

Of the new rain that ruined your plans

And her bow is tied on the left

Of her brown curly hair

And she holds a doll that looks like her

Which she clutches when she dreams late at night when the wind howls

Through the attic window panes and onto her shoulder

Beauty

Is the day dream that he has about me

While he writes in a text book on a desk

That sits in the middle of the classroom

And he feels overwhelmed by the fact

That everyone is looking at him

But only in their minds

And he looks up to the teacher

And scowls

Beauty

Slaps you in the face

In the nicest way

But you are still offended

And you make up one night

When the rain falls on the roof

Tap dancing like someone who you never see

But know by heart and when you close your eyes

With him by your side

You see the pattern through the reds behind your eyelids

And you pray