Duchessa

Her long blonde hair 

Tangles 

In my memory�"

Knife never sharp

Enough

To cut through

Every strand.

She's wrapped around 

My heart

The smell of oak trees 

In my lungs and

Aching in the pit 

Of my throat. 

Daffodils in the rain 

In my eyes

In my hands and 

Under my nails.

The grass rolling on 

And the wind catching 

Every golden tress 

Against the daylight. 

We look nothing alike 

We have only 

The same color eyes. 

The worlds within them

Upside down 

All twisted now�"

The deep ravines full 

With twigs and branches 

With the strands 

Of long blonde hair.