Miranda Bell Poet Free verse

Star Clipper Saturdays

I think in curls that bounce in the near-Spring sunlight
and brown eyes that burn with a wisdom expanding years unknown to me.
Brave face.
Shrug it off.
This flush of red sells me out
When lips meet flesh and soft words meet eardrums.
My knees no longer exist.
My mind no longer exists.
I'll hold on to this obsession til the sun rises
(or until he speaks my name again).
My logic has failed me once more,
and my heart remains the victor.

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Wayland Bunch March 15, 2013 at 1:10 AM Very lovely poem. I enjoyed it. Did you know that the name Miranda is basically attributed to be being created in poetry by Shakespeare? I actually have a Miranda poem, including elements of that. Keep up the great work.