SHE TASTED OF SUMMER
OF THE SOUND OF LULABY'S
SHE LOST ME LONG AGO, OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND
SHE FELL FROM THE SKY, HER SKIN SHADES OF BROWN AND EYES THE COLOR OF STARS
SHE HAD BEEN CARVED FROM CLOUDS AND DIPPED IN THE GOLDEN SUNLIGHT OF THE SUN
HER FACE ALWAYS SEEMED TO BE ETCHED WITH CURIOSITY AS IF SHE WANTED TO KNOW EVERYTHING AT ONCE
AND SHE DID
HER MIND LIMITLESS OF WHAT SHE COULD CONQUER
SHE WAS AFLAME
AND I WOULDN'T DOUSE HER FIRE
