04-07-2014, 05:34 PM
No title as yet (A luc Bat)
Threadbare from years of wear,
the focussed, round eyed stares back then
at twelve, eleven, ten,
were well beyond my ken. Knotted
at the midriff, dotted
with dirt, all had spotted the pert
rosebuds piercing my shirt - A blue
check, cheese cloth top. They hurt
to touch, and when they grew,
summer sweats dripped like dew. A cool
breeze and new term schedule
enforced some new school rules. A grey
uniform for Monday. A bra
for training those risqué roses. Care
free in my stout footwear;
blue check tied over hair, foursquare.
Threadbare from years of wear,
the focussed, round eyed stares back then
at twelve, eleven, ten,
were well beyond my ken. Knotted
at the midriff, dotted
with dirt, all had spotted the pert
rosebuds piercing my shirt - A blue
check, cheese cloth top. They hurt
to touch, and when they grew,
summer sweats dripped like dew. A cool
breeze and new term schedule
enforced some new school rules. A grey
uniform for Monday. A bra
for training those risqué roses. Care
free in my stout footwear;
blue check tied over hair, foursquare.