She rubbed her hands together
Her skin was so cold that friction gave up
Thoughts swirl around her head
like wine in a connoisseur’s cup

She observes the world outside
and you observe her
she giggles, in solidarity
her perspective
has swung from side to side
it doesn’t seem to like stability

You marvel at this creature
Her lack of self containment
Her ability to say anything
whenever, wherever
Her magical power of being real

Is there something wrong with her?
Is her scarf tied too tight around her neck?
Is her head too weighty to carry?
Is it filled with ideas, deep secrets, much love,
a dark side, a dash of insanity?

Can someone be that real today?
Her real-ness is so rare, it glows
like a long lost gem in a tombstone
somewhere in Egypt

Her realness is so surreal
She isn’t afraid of being the person
she is at home, with you,
She isn’t scared to tell you what she is thinking
at the moment
Isn’t that wonderful?
She left her
sugar-coating in the past, she’s on an
all natural diet, she’s into this REAL thing
she has discovered it, after she realized
that changing for someone actually dimmed
a bit of her glow.
She realized that this Real thing,
is actually who she is

You try to look into her soul
you concentrate on her eyes
those windows
they smile back, they glisten
The collision of colors carries
you into that trip, where you have no control
literally ..

You feel warm, she is real!
You feel rewarded with that gleeful feeling
that you have found something actual in this world

You revert back, you take a deep breath
You light a cigarette and sit there
Her messy curls, harvest the golden
stories of many pasts, her pasts
her golden locks love dancing with
the crisp cold wind, on long
alcohol infused cruises,
You know, because she told you
and you undoubtedly and blindly trust her
She’s genuine and she’s there

For curiosity’s sake, you reach out
You want to touch her red cold cheeks,
She messed with your head, you want to feel
that all this is REAL

As you reached out, she paused,
Your warm fingers landed on her
cherry red cheeks,
she blushed and went on
about her own world in that bubble
of hers
With those hand gestures
those curls that dance with the wind
those windows to the soul
concentrating on yours

You smiled in content
You leaned back
took a drag
tilted your head backwards
exhaled it upwards

Then you straightened up
Your wobbling head
fixed itself
on that woman
in front of you

Her scarf carries her head!

Her scarf carries her head!


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