She's pale and thoroughly a briarsome beauty, what with her hazeling eyes that blush.
And if there is logic laced in love,
I am a lesbian for her.
Violin case is a silhouette,
body against brick wall.
Waiting.
Something we have in common.
Her skin looks soft, I muse
and her hair smells sweet,
But separate as isles in the sea
we remain.
Logic shatters;
That vain mirror.

-cj