She smiles like she's fueled by sunbeams,
Like every hope of happiness
Came into fruition.

I beam at her approvingly,
My memories like curly cues
Hanging off her shoulders,
Circling her face.

She embodies bright colors as she struts,
Orange laced confidence in every step
as she takes charge with a wave of her hands,
And I still argue against the pigmentation of Crimson.

I shake my head at the possibilities
Hanging on weighted sandcastle clouds,
But they seem not to drown me just yet
And she shakes her head at me,
Like she expected nothing different.

She dances like she's fueled by moonshine,
Not the kind that ferments,
The kind no one else can grasp but her,
Kicking her heals up like a pedigree mare.

I sing off cord but still can't help
The rolling of my tongue over memory tainted lyrics,
The variety that stick to the insides of your vertebra.

She grins and bundles our friendship in a look,
A few words expressed in gushing amounts,
Like profanity out of a McCarthy mouth,
Too sweet and silly to take anything but pleasure away from.

I watch her with another I hold dear,
Jealousy and fear so far from my emotion shackled consciousness,
And I beam like I am the moon that shines
Upon the glowing party that lays before me,
Oh how I am pleased!

She loves like she is fueled by the embers
That sizzle still in the rain that's ended our conversations,
Warm and consistently fighting anything
That could possibly put it out.

I love her like maybe we were twins separated at birth,
How could I be lucky enough to I find her again,
A lap fallen into so fatefully?

She smiles like she's fueled by sunbeams,
Like every hope of happiness
Came into fruition
And ended in us being together till sun and moon cease to exist.