Clambering and clawing Grasping hooks, crannies a crown of thorns flowering purple red blood bright fluorescent
she wore her designer nails to the summer ball strapless and holding up her rounded dignity spoken in a plunging neckline
She flowered was deflowered that twilight under a silver orb whispering ocean fronts
dropped off at her starlight home sealed that memory with a bougainvillea kiss of immense sensuality and down the drive thinking how beautiful she was in making memories.
years later I still remember the look of that velvet sky and the nails that scoured a language on my back.