01 November 2009

oneword #2 click

*Click*

Something clicked
when he told me
that I reminded him of his mother—
the way her hips would sparkle
in the glistening wet
as water from the pool
slid down her side.

His eyes disappeared
beneath quivering lids
as he outlined her curves
in the air
with his hands.

*Click*

    ~~~

Your Aunt Jo's camera
captured
the very moment
I knew
that your father
was most definitely
not
the boy for me.

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