You would've been beautiful April
Refreshing, like the smell of outside after it rains
Wholesome and cleansing
Like a fresh start
Skin like milk chocolate
smooth and perfect
Red undertones
Like the earth runs through your veins
Round eyes
full moons shining in the night
Reflecting your father's quiet determination
Daring and bold
Like storms could form from within you
Curly hair kissing your face
Like waves that can't bear to stay away from the shore
Like wind that keeps coming back to caress the grass
You're irresistible
And I'm addicted to you
You were that rain after a heatwave
Or a stiff wind on a stale day
You were necessary and wanted
April baby
They say that spring is the time for a cleaning
but I never knew they were gonna clean me out
And now I'm empty
This one hurts to read! It sounds hauntingly similar to my poem 'After'. Sometimes it takes another woman to recognise and comprehend the nuances between the lines. Beautifully written, Ciera.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Cierra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.