Poem 16 Poem by Raquel Pinheiro

like a change to come
a grip recoils a glimpse of hope
when starting to see a million possibilities
where there was none
i fall in love with an old song
and even if 'torn between jupiter and apollo'
i will not account to anyone
a swagger, bold gesture, a swift manner
that entices the tip of my lips
conjures a pair of hazelnut eyes
so sweet and robed of malice
and never an assortment of tea biscuits
has brought me so much mirth