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Spectrum This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Afanen, Santa Rosa, CA

There are people watching us.
We don't quite fit here,
decades too young,
dancing with another young woman.
We might as well be under a spotlight.

The music is bronze gold and swirls
like a barrier between us, in our little clear space,
and the watchers' eyes.

Her crinkly dress swirls about her calves,
my slacks and aubergine shirt are clinging just slightly with sweat.
Our feet are just that little half-step out of tune,
off the rhythm but perfectly in sync with each other.
We make a spectacle.

Us, whose fingertips just barely touch.
Nothing more than fingertips on a wrist.
Her fingers in my loose hair, but nowhere else,

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4 comment(s)
The imagery in this poem is so clear. The people watching, the sway of the girl and boy in the poem, the crinkle of her dress, and the slight dampness of his shirt. And it was all just so sweet :) Excellent job!
Jul. 31, 2013 at 2:05 PM • Report
Hey, sorry to be so late replying- I've been out of town for a few weeks.  Thanks so much for the comment; it means a lot that you cared enough to tell me what you liked about it! (Although, it's girl and girl, not girl and boy ;))
Aug. 12, 2013 at 11:05 PM • Report
No problem! I loved this so I had to comment :) Oops. Sorry :*) I feel like I ruined the poem for automatically assuming it was a guy and girl. Still. It's beautiful. ;)
Aug. 13, 2013 at 9:20 AM • Report
Not at all! It's out of my hands now; people can interpret it any way they want. 
Aug. 13, 2013 at 8:15 PM • Report