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Perched on the ledge of adolescence, we

were too timid to jump

but too bold to uproot and climb

down

So we skimmed the surface

Tasted only a slice when we wanted

the whole pie

Curious fury stilled

only to shake loose each time

Your eyes shone blue topaz

Your tender growl

mingled with shrill, girl giggles

Green passion urged me onward

Propelled me

toward your freckled mouth

But you were wending your way toward

someone else

something more typical than I

could offer

So I stood in your dust

Bit my maiden aunt lips and

Tasted  grit in my teeth.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Get Listed (the Grapeling Way)

Strawberry Lemonade

Kristen of Twinkle, Twinkle is hosting the second round of Summer of Color. This week's
challenge is Strawberry Lemonade. She based all of the challenges on ice cream inspirations.
(Thanks to Ella, of Ella's Edge, for posting about this cool challenge!)

First, some playing around with some of my photos and Pic Monkey (such an addicting program!)

and now, a poem...

Bonne Belle flavors

latched on belt loops

Maybeline kissing potion

tucked into back pockets of tight jeans

Strawberry lemonade lips

glossed and giddy

pink and pretty

shiny and shy

Could boys' kisses ever taste as sweet?

submitted for Summer of Color, Week Four, Strawberry Lemonade

Too Young

Little girls lost

Stumbling in the middle school maze

Dazed

Braces and bras

Awkward and powerful

Stuck between Barbies and birth control pills

Summer lemonade stands and summer lovers

Looking for suburban supermen

to fly us away

take us anywhere but where we were

Magic men
to perform an alchemy
transform us

We found instead snot nosed boys
with dirty fingernails
men with wandering hands
and dirty minds

The music promised

lipstick and leather

adrenaline fueled dreams

We knew the words like

our own heartbeats

Sang them like a prayer

a supplication

Waiting for a divine god, goddess

to answer as we waited
for our confidence to grow

with our breasts
We watched the wild ones
studied them with awe and envy
and a little fear
Denim and leather
Mullets and swagger
We didn't know if we wanted to
be them
or be their girlfriends
Barracudas or
butterflies
but we ached to be free.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Friday Music Prompt, Rock Hard (Suzi Quatro tribute w/ a bit of Heart)