*green haired girls*
she was somehow completely
foreign
and vaguely familiar
at the same time.
her taste,
somehow on the tip of your
tongue
even before you bit in.
she’s your
non-native language.
clumsily, you stumble
over syllables
rushing to keep time between
your heart and mind.
she, meanwhile, is devising
new ways to architect chaos
and circumvent time.
she stretches her legs
and somehow her limbs
span lifetimes.
she is the expanding of
your consciousness
stitched to the dying of a star.
an entire universe exploding
right before your eyes.
she will have your defenses
licked before you’ve
even clocked
the destruction in her smile.
she is a whirlwind of electricity
and tenderness-
putting your hairs on end,
then reminding you that
she’s the only home
you’ve ever known-
the only place you feel safe.
talking fast, words tumbling out
in poetry and riddles.
up all night
fireflies
candy necklaces
melt onto silk panties.
she is your first orgasm
combined
with your first acid trip.
ego death never had
such a fine ass.
but don’t look away-
it only takes
one sideways glance or
wrong look
and she’s gone.
only to be found again
in your nightmares
and wet dreams
for eternity.