Hush, she says
It’s my day,
and I don’t want noise
Can’t you stop your clinking?
But they won’t listen
Green and gold and red
She pushes them down
One by one
Carefully
They gleam
Circle her wrist
Cool againstHer warm pulse
Like love
Glass, silver and gold
She holds up her arm
Runs a finger down
The bunch
They move
Against her skin
Restless
Impatient
Each time she moves
They remind her
That she is changed
Ever more intrinsically
That on this day
They are with her
Holding her
I wish I could've been there...
1 comment:
And didn't see this too. Thank you so much. 'tis beautiful. Wish I could upload a picture of the bangles too. I'll send you a picture instead.
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