Wednesday, July 13, 2011

nails polished

nails polished


he painted
his fingernails

so everyone
would know his

hoping his blue
heart and mind
might drain

to the tips
of each finger
dripping free

leaving him
all alone and


she was tired
of beautiful

of being beautiful

the weight of men’s eyes
the double looks
the whispers of women
leaning close

so she denied herself
kept her hair cut short
her nails cut close

only clear polish

then she saw
his blue nails
and his eyes drift away


she found
the smallest speck
of blue polish

pulling his hand
to her lips
to kiss

holding hands
was never enough

since he pulled
her hand up
to his face

her nails maroon

and sighed
you’re beautiful

looking into her
polished nails

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