GRIPPA

So pretty.

She could shut down the city.

With one step,

She’s stolen a breath

Too many.

Not to be taken with superficial beauty,

Of which there is a bounty

In this world.

No, the thing about this girl,

Is that her eyes dance the spelling

Of a too-tall tale,

Corroborated by lonesome lips.

As above her, so below

As within her, so without…

She leaves no room for doubt, between our bodies.

When her eyes explode into daylight,

And glowing skin

Betrays the truth

Of the fruit

within…

That’s when gravity shifts,

The room flips,

And I gotta fight

Not to lose my grip.

 

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