that fun kind of beauty.
The kind of beauty that drags me laughing by her side
Electric,
a 9-volt battery to my tongue.
Blonde, brunette, or whatever who cares what fucking colour
for I feel she brings them all out with ease.
How can I refuse
that kind of pulse
that finds my own.
That sync,
And sweet unsuspecting syncopation
to a something I really want
to get to know.
That kind of beauty
needs to be explored.
So I'll stop.
Hear her heart
Shut out the noise
Take her hand.
and just...
let
her be.
