Her hair has a mind of its own,

Her eyes gleam with burning desire -

The scars on her skin make constellations

And her lips taste like fire.


Her mind is a poem to be deciphered,

Her words my favorite song I never knew -

The colors of her mind

Have been shrouded in blue.


Her smile is like the sun,

Her laugh is my food and water -

Never would I have ever guessed

That blue could be the warmest color.

Published by Jasmine Uitto