two.

a flutter of leaves brings the fall; swirling and orange and lovely a cold that sinks deep - calling for scarves, happy she can now hide her acne.

longer sleeves mean less air on her skin, no longer exposed to their senses. dark colors hide curves and unwanted hair; just one of her many defenses.

longing to be someone else, to relish in love in light dresses to look nice in the sun, gold hair and brown eyes, her thighs not feeding her stresses.

for a sweet kiss is merely a dream; always has and always will be. boys will be boys, they'll not spare a glance toward poor, insecure rosemarie.

#poetry