The cherry scent lingers on my lips,
Ruby red and still sweet.
Rounded daggers of white flash
As words unheeded spoken.
My eyes cast down in
Wonderment--
Shame?
Their dark meanings hidden beneath
Blankets of gray.
Framed in lashes,
A hardened black fading to blonde,
Freckles scattered unorganized along,
Permanently a tan blush.
Gold falls down over all,
Streaking the uncertainty and
Protecting from the cruel in the world.

Now the only thing you don't know about me:
How I think of you.