Twirling Hair MAG

March 19, 2010
By Noly314 BRONZE, Long Grove, Illinois
Noly314 BRONZE, Long Grove, Illinois
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My palms perspire
becoming slick
against the vinyl
of the steering wheel
as I glance toward you.
Your long brown hair
flows over your shoulders
with the slightest crimp cascading
in an elegantly sepia frame
hugging the curvature
of your cheeks,
illuminated in the waxing lunar glow.

Your hand slowly rises
to the crest of your ear and
you comb your fingers
down your auburn locks,
stalling at their journey's end.
Your bronze eyes
gaze out the frosted window
as you nimbly spool
your hair around your slender finger,
with the increasing tightness of each revolution
so tightens your pull on me.

I pull into the furthest back space
of the vacant lot, applying the brake
and shifting
into park.
Your head turns, subconsciously
biting your lip. The click
of your seatbelt, Cupid's
all-too-familiar bow-twang,
brings your hands to my face and
my lips to your kiss.

The author's comments:
I wrote this piece about my girlfriend

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on Feb. 8 2011 at 1:26 pm
butchkarlb BRONZE, Easley, South Carolina
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I'm sure you have heard this many times before, but I agree with all of the comments before me! HaHa. This poem was amazing. I loved the imagery in it. While I was reading it I was constantly playing out the scene in my head. It was almost like I was sitting in the car with you two. This poem was just simply amazing (:

cindy x said...
on Jan. 19 2011 at 8:11 pm
Agreeing with both of the comments before. You are an amazing writer. I really love what you wrote. your girlfriend is very lucky. 

on Jan. 2 2011 at 12:09 am
bahannahpeel PLATINUM, Bloomington, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Schools corrupt the mind." The Loco Focos

I wish someone would write this way about me...

That's so sweet. She's lucky and you're gifted.

on Apr. 26 2010 at 7:29 pm
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take... but by the moments that take your breath away.

That is so sweet! She's lucky to have you... And this poem is so good that I almost feel like i am intruding on your privacy.. Almost. (: Im glad you shared. Your a good writer, and i bet she liked this poem....

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