she was the kind of girl
who moms raised their daughters
and fathers told their sons
the kind of girl who people would warn you against,
the sort to make you stutter with disbelief.
– said too much with her eyes
so shameless… bordering outspoken.
Outlined in henna, doing pellizcoes
to the picking of a Spanish guitar.
An organic soul.
this girl cried honey, straight
through the cracks of her heart,
and you know people couldn't help but watch.
Looked, but never touched.
She was some unbound child of the Universe
who knew the songs of every language and used the stars
Laid down in the snow and said
' whatever will be, my friend,
whatever will be.'
Alis volat propiis.