You.
Gossamer swan
bathed in moonlight
shed of speech
edge of the lake
you are my most precious secret.
Yours.
Glances I tuck away
into the front of my shirts
to examine in class.
Yours are the glances I relish.
You.
Floating on water feet trailing behind
walking like Jesus
I pluck feathers braid into my hair
smells like mud and water
secret swan
thin, fat string of calls I don’t understand.
Gossamer swan
bathed in moonlight
shed of speech
edge of the lake
you are my most precious secret.
Yours.
Glances I tuck away
into the front of my shirts
to examine in class.
Yours are the glances I relish.
You.
Floating on water feet trailing behind
walking like Jesus
I pluck feathers braid into my hair
smells like mud and water
secret swan
thin, fat string of calls I don’t understand.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.



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