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.
Copyright © Iris Blade | Year Posted 2017
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