She is candy corn.
She is white cumulous cloud.
She is smell of fresh honeysuckle.
She is clear starry night.
She is yellow lightning.
She is a thousand pornos.
She is soft breath on window when
it’s so cold the airs turned blue.
She is milky white dripping icicle.
She is Christmas morning.
She is slow crashing waves
on seashore, toes in wet sand.
She is kitten doing backflips.
She is eating fresh cold snow.
She is better than average.
She is Humbert’s Lolita.
She is sparkling champagne.
She is the American Flag.
She is a million Hallelujahs.
She is Phasers set on stun.
She is sensual Satori.
She is lower extremities tingling.
She is pack of hungry wolves.
She is puttin’ on the Ritz.
She is rainy train station in Paris
waiting.
She is razor sharp.
She is deadly bloom.
She is pins and needles.
She is ripe tomato.
She is a million gasps for air.
She is gears grinding.
She is fourth of July.
She is Italian Opera.
She is electric current.
She is Greek Nymph.
She is turbo charged race car.
She is moist sky rainbow.
She is marshmallow melting.
She is touch in the dark.
She is little girl held tight.
She is sweetest soft flesh.
She is desire.
She is.
1996
By sextonpoet
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