eclectic acoustic

ripped ragged red fingernails

naked eyes behind aviator glasses

licking chapped

coral coated

lips

green tea bottles clinking and

bleeding

on notebooks stuffed with

inky black poetry

wooden bangles dangle

on

skinny scarred wrists

singing in a little girl's voice

to a boy with lips that taste

exactly.

like a vanilla milkshake

soft palms with

calloussed fingertips

carress her jawline

and

he's playing, he's playing

her own little

mister

jack johnson.