seemingly she
is shine, she is
shimmer's silver in
silence's lips, her
butter or honey
cinnamon spiced
but how she smiles!
she sways her way
seamless, dreaminess
her eyes clear
streams of consciousness.
i sit astride her banks
sipping her sentience.
we share sentences,
sing our minds' songs.
snow melt skin liquid
her lucid hair languish,
lays long path
stalks of grass.
she talks as her nature,
walks her stature natural.
her beauty breaks art.
her heart is beauty
broken open, her open
mind makes mosaics, broken
bits of art into
stories that tell her
apart from mimicked masterpieces.
she is necessary as salt.
sweet not like sugar,
sunshine instead.
moonlight in her stead:
soft shadow she
summons, seeming
like the pure shimmer
she is. like summer.
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