Shakespeare

[Ramona]

Written while the rest of the class was reading Othello, and I was staring at the back of the head of the girl in front of me. Her name is Beatriz, I guess this is inspired by her, but written about someone else. Someone who doesn't actually exist.

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she she she
with pinkdriedrosepetal lips
and hands of earth
how her thumbs
curl around
the corner of her book
the swell of her palm
pale against her skin
without pigment

wild hair
reigned into a band the color of caramel
against her ebony hair
that tumbles
over her pristine white blouse
like wind caressing
her dark cheeks
and brown skin

and she turns
that smile on me
and my belly quakes at the sight of her
yet I am another blazoning pen
and she is my woman

yet I do not feel for her
she is simply
beautiful