The Coke Bottle
i once met a girl
she has hearts for iris's
and big circle glasses that reflected her world.
at one point i looked into those glasses and saw hearts beat
lullabies and lungs light up with fireflys she'd cought in the
summer. they glistened with half drunk milkshakes and french
fries fried in love. those glasses shone with moonlit kisses
and long awaited ferris wheel rides.
everyday she sat in a swing held up by the webs of my heart. as
her feet lifted off the ground bids began to fly, rainbows
filled the sky and the earth began to turn.
she woke me by jumping into my lap each morning with tea that
had leaves that showed her future and to inform me she'd
painted me a sunrise. she'd sing to me sweetly as she looked
out the window as the doves painted the sky with white out.
occasionally, she brought me an owl that cooed with her love.
her smile could lift gravity from the earth, and it did.
her favorite chair lay on the porch of her castle by the sea.
at dawn she sat in her chair and colored the world. with her
box of crayons she painted the wings of butterflies and colored
one day her tea leaves shown that she would build a cabin atop
the tallest mountain. she kissed me goodbye and took my hands
which had held her world. "hold my forever, remember me
when you see the moon, and think of me when i paint the
sky" and then, she ran.
i put on her glasses each morning and see her at her new cabin
upon the mountain, painting out the world. her crayons hold our
world, and we are her coloring book.