I love the cheeky side of her psyche
She ‘honors’ the shot without baring teeth
Manufactured sentiments are unlikely
But which encounters grow a piece of a lackluster sheath?
Millions of thoughts unsung
Captured and restless in her throat
Shall they make it to her tongue?
Or will words of note lounge afloat?
A Looney Eclipse of societal rules
that hitch and hike to such a place
where there’s only room for fools
What will remain of her genuine face?
I pray her true self will live and thrive
yes I believe she is far too wise
(she only knows to be completely alive)
to marry into the world’s disguise