She catches my eye
like an insomniac catches the cold
I can't see her face, only
the back.
Who is she?
I'm drawn to her like a bee
to a flower
or a bear
to a rushing river.
The flowers in her hair only
mimic her grace
and the bliss I feel
from her like the
ocean's current.
Maybe it's because she's a
mystery?
She is an unknown, exotic
island I feel predestined to explore.
She is paradise,
and I'm just now getting off my plane.