Kat

Blonde curls frame a picture Painted with acrylic Ballet slipper pink lips A blinding smile Flashes at me in my dark days. She understands enough to know Not to understand me. Brambles tear at her wanderings Her soul whispers painstaking Goodbyes. And she thought I didn't notice. Her mind is a Van Gogh Not quite Irises More of a vast Starry Night Full of complicated swirls and spirals A mix of blue and white. She wields her untamed mind like a dagger. Sunset streaked skies form in her eye And she paints them with thread. Red wine and fusha scales Interlocking Like the ghost of her laugh that echoes Over every joke shared She's a kaleidoscope, Fiery pastelles and tumbling emotions Hell bent on perfection. She builds her own rocket ships to the stars Made of broken dreams, Unfinished stories, Iridescent memory. She is loud, A thunder of opinion. I know better than to tempt her storm I always do And lighting strikes. She dances with flame, For they are jealous of her spark. She's a lipgloss wonder With eyelashes reaching for the moon.