*for brownin'*
even without makeup
you make copper cry that it is unfair
to compete against your shine
and your lips
make plums feel anorexic
somehow
ravens must have gotten together
and sewn a bank of feathers
sprinkled it with the blood of comets
and bequeathed it to you for
a crowning glory
and my story
has been the same
since i first got burned
by your smoldering eyes
and learned what your name was
no one tells you
that there's such a thing
as quiet lightning
i suspect
that all who meet you
feel like water meeting electricity does.
