She had moonpie eyes
and a wildcat smile,
draped by slow
smooth sip of whiskey
hair, the color of corn
in the wispy July air
And she wore purple
and white Irises speckled
with yellow as her dress,
flowing in the tall grass
beneath a willow sky
Her feet embraced
the earth between her toes,
as she twirled a whirl
of moonlight, shadowing
the daytime's blazing sun
And like a cradle rocking,
held me
like I was newborn
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
She had moonpie eyes
and a wildcat smile,
draped by slow
smooth sip of whiskey
hair, the color of corn
in the wispy July air
And she wore purple
and white Irises speckled
with yellow as her dress,
flowing in the tall grass
beneath a willow sky
Her feet embraced
the earth between her toes,
as she twirled a whirl
of moonlight, shadowing
the daytime's blazing sun
And like a cradle rocking,
held me
like I was newborn