Curving Like the Ocean Toward You
Thu, 31 Mar 2011 at 02:44am
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On the couch
Stripes of
Burnt orange,
Avocado,
Rust
She sits
With her knees pulled
Up to her chest,
Her shoulders
Rolled forward
As she brushes
Grains of sand off her feet
On to the floor.
Her fingers
Hesitantly push a single
Blonde
Curl
Behind her pierced ear.
A small, cultured pearl
Set in the white lobe
Of her ear,
Backed in sterling silver
And still damp
With salt water.
She is laughing
At an embarrassing anecdote
Told by
The boy with a nest
Of short, brown curls.
Her body is turned
Toward him
As she leans
Forward,
Drawn in by
His story of
His first kiss
At Jewish Summer camp.
She feels
Vulnerable
With her lower back
Pressed against
The arm of the couch
And just the
Two of them
On the sofa sleeper.
The more he
Speaks, the
Closer she
Leans, her
Legs eventually
Tucked under her,
Her arm suddenly
Stretched across
The back of the
Couch, reaching
For him like the
Ocean seeks
The shore.
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sometimes line breaks are painfully effective, like a punch to the gut. sometimes they are extraneous and people use them without justification.
I think there are some of both in here.