Month: July 2013

RoseRed: Why is the best times to read are when we’re supposed to be fast asleep and to be rested for school the next day?

D’jaevle: Because your heart craves mischief like your head craves words. The last chocolate is best, the kiss stolen is sweetest, and books have the best secrets after dark.

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RoseRed: Every time I open the book, I read a sad line, sigh and close it again. I’m worried she’ll grow up, get old or worst of all – develop heart.

D’jaevle: We all grow hearts; it’s what make us such fragile creatures. But it’s the fact that we go on, knowing they most likely be shattered, that makes us brave.

I’ve never been good
    with straight lines

     I
  need
 curves.

I need
    a place
to rest my hands

grip and purchase

  hills
to climb

valleys      delve.
            to

hips that swing

   breasts that offer

thighs
 with weight
     upon my shoulders

I prefer succulence.

There is a certain way a leaf falls.

In the sun, it falls lightly.

In the wind, it careens with unexpected grace.

In the rain, it dances it’s way down betwixt silver drops.

And when you are the leaf, you fall like a raven’s cry. Or a misplaced key. Or the end of a poem.

You fall with eyes closed and arms outstretched.

I kiss a single hair until it is flame-promised. I whisper that you will be safe (as safe as those things that fall can be). And then I push you over.

I will watch you fall, not because I know where you are going (I do), and not to ensure you land the same creature you are now (you won’t). I watch you fall because having given you your second name, I must help you find your third and last.