She Shall Wear Midnight
I remember the moment
I caught sight of Ava
for the first time
on Junior Prom night.I remember because
it was the moment I realizedI'd made a huge mistake.
But by that point
nothing could be done.So I did the only thing I could:
I clutched the massive
bouquet of flowers
I'd brought with meeven closer to
my chest.(I was so damn proud, too,
when I picked those stupid
flowers out at the store -the roses reminded me
of Ava's hairthe cornucopia of their scents
reminded meof the cornucopia of words
I yearned to spill over her...)I sat in front of the gymnasium &
felt proud.Like an adult
wearing a nice suit.I'd made it
to the mountaintop.Maybe it was only
for a few hours, but
for once I wasn't
gonna be- a leper -
that night,
I was gonna be- a prince -
Ava made her way
towards me -but she wasn't
alone.Pea trailed behind.
My heart
fell through
my chest
with the force
of a cartoon
piano.This was not a date.
- leper leper
leper -I was gripped by the sudden urge
to suffocate myself
amongst the roses
still clutched in my
hands.But what would be the point?
Instead I chose to stand
(well, sit) fast & face
the music,like Dad taught me.
(steady on, stiff upper lip,
Rule Britannia, Chariots
of Fire, etc...)Avalon Gates looked good
in anything,but that night
she wore a dressthe color of
water lapping
against the beach
at midnightshimmering,
with an almost ethereal glow
in the gathering sunset.Ava wore her hair
in a twisting bun
of flame& deep black mascara
made her~ storm grays ~
appear like twin moons
piercing the inky paleness
of a freckled night...Despite my growing
disappointment,I still found time to be
awestruck.(It was easy
to be awestruck
around Ava Gates.I was hardly the only
one, either - other students,
mostly in couples, made their way
towards the double doors of the gym,but even if the guys
(and a couple dozen girls)
had dates on their arms -they couldn't help
but turn their heads
to catch just a quick glance
at Avalon Gates,
grinningout the corner
of her eyes.)
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