when the twiggy legs of newborn deer brace and break the ice, I’ll see my own juvenile fingers treading through your hair the way the sunlight splices seas. I’ll wish to be that deer, to not know what’s gone on underneath. I’d still swim through every riptide just to bring you back to me. (I’d still swim through every riptide just to bring You back to me)
That’s the rest of it that didn’t fit. Please, somebody critique this to the max. We’re doing poetry in my AP Lit class, but nobody had feedback for this and I want to enter this in a competition for a scholarship.
Kihd