if you're pretty, they'll give you just about anything

if you're more than pretty, they'll give you everything


she'll put on her best colors and show her brightest lights first
and she'll have you suddenly running barefoot through the gravel just to get behind the wheel quick enough to catch her

i'm sitting in a baseball field looking up at her
just watching her twirl her periwinkle curls in her fingers
watching her round bright eyes beneath batting lashes
watching the way she moves her hips and transforms every few seconds into another vision of unfathomable beauty


she'll never be mine but when you're that beautiful,
why would you belong solely to one individual?
i'm glad everyone can share the sight of her.

she won't stay for long,
(and she'll leave you itchy in the grass
and bug-bitten, damp-bottomed,
*****-footed, sweaty-necked,
hair-tied, and, worry-mothered...?
and creating new words and phrases
just to try to explain her euphoric aura)
but she'll be back again tomorrow,
only slightly different
and entirely different
after traveling the globe

and we'll still be mesmerized to the point of dew drop eyes
because that's what happens when writers*

fall for skies