girl, no, woman (finished)

down the street i see
the girl, no, woman.
quiet white ballet slippers,
dark blue dress,
hands clasped about
a small bouquet
of poppies.
she walks,
her body moving with confidence,
an elegant Hollywood style
to her gait,
the poppies lifting themselves
to meet the sun,
walking
towards me.
the girl, no, woman,
her gaze,
all wit and dark hazel,
passed over me with
a faint smile.
her smile,
broad red lips and
gleaming white teeth,
starry-eyed and happy.
an intellectual girl, no, woman,
one with passion
and taste.
now i call her, this angel,
my girl, no, my woman.
my love, my beautiful,
we took time in our dance.
for too long we denied
that what we felt was real.
that your walk was not determined
as you came towards me.
fear of rejection kept me from
calling out to you,
from taking a chance,
when a single kiss
was all we needed.
she walks,
my girl, no, my woman.
down the street
she walks,
poppies at the ready,
held loosely
in front of her,
walking towards me,
happy.

~ by scriken on April 28, 2009.