I Love a Girl
I Love a Girl
By Madeline Marks
In my mind, in the atoms that billow
inside my body, a fate waits to come alive.
I love a girl in the drying lavender
of an eggshell white room, in the pristine
green lawn behind the wooden fence,
in fairy homes, witches' brew,
and princess dresses. I love a girl
who sits in the lines of my palms,
whose honeyed murmurs I hear drift
between magnolias on a hushed June day.
My love boils slow like a formant volcano.
Someday I'll love a girl who now is only breath
in meditation. My love will rest as it has for years,
and I'll not wake it. Its embers will turn
over in their hearth. In love's sleep I will find peace,
a nurtured afterthought, unseen until at last
I choose to meet it -- gentle and quiet
like the first yearning bloom of spring.