She is
hanging on a tight wire above my heart
she is dancing on the skirts of all the tables in my soul
she is
she is.
she is
sexy seductive tease and smile
she is
Casanova and Helen of Troy
she is a fortune cookie ready to crack
she is
a word, a whirlwind, a smile
she is warm swan neck of a lover
fingers twirled in hair of black
she is smokin’ in the back
she is jukebox quarters
and a bottle of beer,
she is a million tears I’ve cried for a million drunken nights
she is a James Dean
frida kahlo
Bridget bardou
bob Dylan
chicana sin beruensa
with a belt buckle to prove it.
She is water color paintings in sad journals
love notes in a footlockers
whippets and maryjanes,
punk rock beats,
shaved heads
baby doe eyes
aloof and unawares.
She is a wet dream
unrealised,
a nightmare
a pink pillow to dream a little dream on
she is rock and fucking roll
folk indie emo
rockabilly princess in polka dots
and kitty kat shoes
spilling all over my heart like a
dirty martini in a hand of a sloppy drunk
she is tender and plump and full of sugar and spice
but she’s twice as nice
she’s pan dulce with cafe con crema
a sugar skull with my name on her forehead
she is beatnik princess twitching hips
in faded jeans
she is a muse of millions
she is a requiem
a sonnet
and ode to some great lost soul walking in all star chucks
she is a melody that sticks in my head
she is madness and mardou
she is sanity and zen
she is mother daughter sister brother father lover
of trees and clouds and lunch on time
she is pink rose on the floorboard
she is merlot on the handkerchief
she is tuxedo shirt and dress pants
and cowlicks
and eyelashes
she is hands the size of my own
she is my name on the ceiling of cbgs’s
she is sunshine on my toast
and wine in my belly
she is
‘sup?’
she is ‘hell yes!’ and
‘I don’t know’
she is mystery
she is star seductress in my main role
she is
she is!
and
she is
with me
and
she is
she is
most definitely
definitely
not
in
love.
