Tread Softly

She was a naked woman, leaned against the doorframe with eyes patient, but intent and enduring, and a determined face: lips straight with teeth clenched into a smile, hidden behind the mask. Her eyes were soft lavender, and her skin was soft bronze and the color of her hair was soft chocolate but it rang out like a loud song, and her split ends mixed into the veins in the wooden borders, and the knots in the door frame tangled the loose strands up in hiding. Her feet stood cold on the brick floor beneath and carried shivers up her spine, like a cavalry of cold bumps that stood out like mountain peaks to hold in the body heat. But she stared right through me, and never said word, and thought, “I will be beautiful, just as soon as you learn…” (to tread softly).

Levi The PoetComment