Her Audrey Hepburn almond eyes,
Wealthy with curiosity and purity
Shine, gaze, wizen and ripple cool
With a passing peek
Into eternity’s privilege for the truly rich…
My little come-to-age-girl has called me
To remember,
To remember and
Remember the moieties and exclamations
Life hangs on us like Christmas ornaments
Dangling superfluously—
The recycling of emotions and dreams
Eclipsing silently at times
And bursting devilishly at others…
Her slinky limbs vibrating clues about Becoming,
About giving up some things and forfeiting
Others—
I am a receptor to her sadness and wildflower
Reasoning,
Swallowing gulps of her atmosphere for my
Own copulating…
Her elfin ears hear worlds untouched by humans…
Her slim nose looks down at ugliness most compromise on…
Her long tan neck stiffens at unkindness…
And her dexterous fingers collect furry ones
And more…
I don’t think she’s from here--
She is my little Eve still parasailing over Eden.
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