My girl has eyes, like spies
that make minds unfurl, like when broken blinds curl open.
My girl is outspoken and matter of fact,
facts are cracked like that!
Wheeling and dealing, tit for tat,
she takes it all in her stride.
My girl has pride,
and all bullshit aside
I’d follow her through stolen time and empty space,
for her smile races rational thinking to a lost place
and without blinking she can re-mould and re-trace
my visions of now,
the divisions between real and not
concealed by her bowing grace.
My girl has eyes that are the springs of thoughts unsaid,
so, a crown for you, my angelic faced head case!