Snow and Ink

Ingrid Chavez

By Night Fall

In the early morning hours when I think of you,
your eyes are sea glass blue, smiling.
I am l’ange Ingrid and your mouth is soft with poetry and kisses.
Your voice is warm and your laugh is easy like summertime
and I am not yet who I’ve become in your eyes
when you look at me.
When I think of you,
your music in all of it’s colors and moods speaks to me,
and I am everything pretty in it.

By night fall when I think of you,
you’ve tired of me and your eyes are dark and weary.
I am Ingrid and your lips are tight, no poetry, no kisses.
Your voice is cold like wintertime
and I am every bit who I’ve become in your eyes
when you look at me.
When I think of you,
your music in all of it’s colors and moods speaks to me,
even though I have become everything unpretty in it.

IC’06

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