SUNLIGHT TANGERINE
Her favorite color is Starbucks green
The amber leaves fall from the tree outside her window
A fragile love at the age of seventeen
and yet as ripe as the orange sunlight of a tangerine.
Her plump lips danced around his “hello”
Her favorite color is Starbucks green
and a look in his direction was like a jolt from caffeine.
Her life was spent in an overflow
A fragile love at the age of eighteen
Turning a rich brown like coffee beans
She loved the French he spoke “je t’aime beau”
Her favorite color is Starbucks green
She holds his calloused fingers and twirls her Chow Mein
and she spends her days in his afterglow
a fragile love started at the age of seventeen
They’re now nineteen, in deep routine, a King and Queen
She is anything he’d ever want to know
Her favorite color is Starbucks green
A fragile love that started at the age seventeen
3 comments:
This is a wonderful poem. My villanelle is so random and it's just not working. I loves you! and you will be fabulous at the magazine this summer
why thank you! I'm sure your poem is great! :)
i loved this poIM. you should submit it :)
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