copper girl

some how she
is a shimmer, her
swimming fire bright as
if time erupts. prose
of her twilit lips spoke
in sea shells she
is, the shore sings. such
mysterious evoking
poetry, life petals feeling. her
unfurling metallic.
spring air
borne of sun
light. her copper's hair burnt
clouds pass by
the post-noon laze languid
intoxicating language in pints.
so we laugh crepuscular, our
lips kiss metaphor,
dreams wandering
the sky written. words we tie to
mind's tether, together to gather
sumptuous fruit, some common
we nurture and tap roots
poet trees.
rare earth gifts, she present.
this now. love
that is, like laughter.
wordless. a possible
prose.