Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

accommodation

i pushed the cup toward you
watching the smokey white curls
fold into the air – do my caring eyes
reveal vulnerability or has it remained
concealed behind my staring heart –
it stares you down from behind the doors
and when you look right at me,
the wind rips through the windows of my eyes
and my stomach hits the floor flying
that unusual lightweight whirl,
is this what they mean when they say
you’ve got that girl whirled around your finger
when she hesitates yet wants something more

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