if you were to compare her to a summer's day,
you would find wildflowers along her fingers.
golden marbles dotting her forehead,
and the sky, so blue, wrapped around her neck.
the warm rays powdered her cheeks,
the june showers trickled from two star-struck storms.
and she would tremble, ever so slightly,
through the thunder and the wind.
twilight nested snugly in her locks,
1 o'clock hushing her weary eyelids closed.
and through telescopes and insomnia, she found the stars,
and fell in love with every single glint in the cup of infinite universe.
