the perfect boy who shall take your hand
on that night you'll say you've finally fallen
in love after swaying and spinning
in a bright dress under lights that are even brighter.
He will kiss your blushed cheek
after this juncture where you
will feel for the first time
you have come into full bloom—
the lady porcelain on posters in your room.
He will give you flowers
prettier that those already hugging your wrist.
You'll realize after he has not taken
just your shivering hand but also your heart,
which, at that moment, shall shiver too.
And we will shiver as we commit this to vision.
Reality is harder to swallow with you
behind glass clearer than our eyes, face blank,
flesh frozen, lips refusing to let go
of secrets whose dwelling could've been our ears.
From the door shall come forth an imperfect boy
who shall take a moment to remember.
He will give you flowers you shall never touch.
(For Nicole)
(For Nicole)
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