Poem For My 5AM Rulebreaking

 I was up even before the red fist of the sun unlatched,

 mourning you and my mother's rule even before morning 

 had the chance to arrive.

 

 While the streetlamps still glowed this faint orange awning

 into the slumbering streets,

 the candles of all the warnings about

 brown eyes, bruised knees, and broken heartbeats

 

 flickered and flickered in me

 then whiff did they - gone.

 

 I rapped on your door once, twice, thrice,

 wishing your heart was made of mahogany instead,

 that its hinges were as shiny as your home's entryway

 so at least you could let me in

 

 the way you did that slumber of dawning

 I lied to my mom to get to where you were.

 

Reviews

[albee]

I loved your words setting the scene
"red fist of the sun...streetlamps' faint orange awing...
bruised knees and broken heartbeats..."
I confabulate the narration...adolescent love adventure?

[Fransivan Writes]

Yes! And thank you for the feedback. I really appreciate it! :--)