Purple: poem

She likes girls with wavy hair

She likes the way it curls

around their ears and cheeks

 

She likes how their eyes scrunch up;

how they grin in the dark

Lashes catching colours

oils in the indigo ink

of their pupils

 

That shining movement they have

that unapologetic space sky

golden starred, messy and spinning

 

Those deep purple girls

those fruit and nut girls

those jasmine perfume girls

please don’t forget-me-not girls

 

She likes girls with wavy hair

 

 

EM HUMBLE
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