You are an aimless nap,
casual and languid,
Cozy but dangerous

In the gray wash of the day,
you're a single red balloon,
floating, floating
toward nothing, toward
oblivion

A sly-eyed persona,
an ombre-d smile and
a heart mixed with lemon, sour
but sweet


An afternoon green and airy,
and my mind is full of you,
destructive but beautiful,
I wish I could fix this for you,
I would fix this for you

You're the lucky eyelash and
the smell of woodsmoke in Winter
a warm, windy anecdote
when the sun sets early

You smell of roses,
an irrisistable aroma of
beauty,

You don't know how to love
and that is okay, and I am okay
because girls with a sly-eyed personas
and who smell of roses,
are girls who linger in daydreams and
who smile sleepy smiles
and know the best music

Girls like you, cozy and
Dangerous,
are girls that I paint,
so dark
and
mysterious