WIND TWISTED AND TURNED WHISKED AND WISPED HER GRACIOUSLY FLOWING GORGEOUS GOLDEN LOCKS TO THE SIDE
CHISELED LIPS TIED MY HEARTILY HARDENED HALF BEATING HEART INTO SOFT SILENT KNOTS WHEN SHE CRIED
HER BEAUTIFULLY BRONZED BODY GLISTENED IN THE MYSTICAL MOONLIGHT – I WANTED IT ALL
LIKE LEAVES PAINTED DRY IN AUTUMN I SOMEHOW KNEW MY SHY STUBBORN SIMPLE SOUL WAS ABOUT TO FALL
POISED PERFECTLY PRETENDING SHE DIDN’T RECOGNIZE HER OWN ALMOST ABSOLUTE ALL OUT PERFECTION
MY MANGLED MIND GOT CAUGHT UP IN HER BARBED WIRE BEAUTY AND NEVER REALIZED IT NEEDED PROTECTION
SMILES SHINED LIKE SILVER IN THE WITHERED HANDS OF WISE OLD INDIAN MEDICINE MEN PAST
UNLIKE ANCIENT GEMED JEWELRY PRESERVED THROUGH JUSTICES HER SMILES FOR ME DIDN’T LAST
NOW TRAILS OF TEARS TREK DOWN TELL TALE VALLEYS ON MY FACES EDGE TODAY
BOLD BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKIES ATTRACT THE MOISTURE CAUSING THE LIGHT TO GO GRAY
CLOUDS COVER AND CARESS ME AS I HARP OVER MY PERFECT PHOENICIAN PORCELAIN FACE ONCE MORE
DISTRESS DISTURBS MY MESS CAUSING MY CALLOUSES TO EASE UP SENDING CHILLS INTO MY CORE
AND I HATE THIS PICTURE NOW
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