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the first girl


the day i met her

was the most terrifying of my life.

her eyes looked like little worlds 

and were bursting with justas much life.

the apples on her cheeks were sinful temptations picked 

from the tree of forbidden fruit itself

roughed and bright like suns 

her scarlet tinted lips liked

the rays of sunshine that was her smile

her perfect nose was smooth and curved like a ski slope

and the freckles that dotted it seemed to morph into connstellations 

that mirrored the night sky.

her hair cascaded down her shoulders in a lush,

spiraling auburn waterfall 

and her laugter was the base 

uniting the sounds around us into this

symphony no one but us would ever hear.

her mind was a museum 

and i wanted to spend days on end at each individual exhibit 

each individual thought and dream and fear she kept locked inside

she flowed like a river

but she was strong like a fire 

oh god, she was perfect

and it was terrifying 

because i was in love 

with 

her

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