Faces Of Love Part 1

By La Belle Rouge

He watched her on the playground...
all elbows, bony knees and skinny legs.
Her ponytail tied with a pink ribbon.
its silky, long threads that shone
like new money in the sunlight
and bounced side to side when she ran.
He thought she was stuck up
but he liked the way her eyes sparkled
when she found a baby bird in the bushes
and cradled it tenderly in her hands.
“”Sissy,” he thought but it made him
feel all fuzzy and warm inside. 

She stole little glimpses at him
but only when he wasn’t looking.
The way he stood with his hands
stuffed into his pockets, he seemed tall
and in control of his world.
The way he sometimes hit the ball
over the wire fence into the woods.
The smattering of freckles over his nose
and the way his hair fell into his eyes
when the winter wind blew during recess.
She thought he was wild and impolite
but she loved to hear him laugh.
It made her feel a thrill of freedom.

Would there be more...someday
Perhaps so, perhaps never
but today, though they don’t know
the seeds of love are planted
in the admiration of a shinning ponytail
and a tender care of a fallen creature.
In the laughter, strength, assurance
and wild impoliteness of a boy's freedom.
Two faces of love, if only for a day.

2/19/2007 La Belle Rouge

 
“Poetry, Slices Of Life”