iraqi_sheareef: The first time I walked With a girl, I was twelve, Cold, and weighted down With two oranges in my jacket. Beneath my steps, my breath Before me, then gone, As I walked toward Her house, the one whose Porch light burned orange yellow A dog barked at me, until She came out pulling At her gloves, face bright With rouge. I smiled, Touched her shoulder, and led Her down the street, across she gave me yellow orange
With a girl, I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned orange yellow
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
Touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
she gave me yellow orange