gritty and bittersweet to the tongue.
Susanna plays the heart of a man with her soft, slender fingers,
flowing off the harp strings like sunrise smoke,
cool and confident with conversation,
smiling and creative,
with a look in her eyes that penetrates deep,
forming words and phrases like a potter at the wheel,
making creases and pushing,
fine tuning the pockets.
an aspiring writer,
stripping the boy of his ego and his arrogance,
peeling him open like a banana.
Susanna takes a soft bite and licks her lips, winks,
walks out in the distance,
out into the gray of pounding rain,
with rhythm swaying on her hips.
Smart, smooth, young, like a
cute little blue bird floating on a breeze through the mountain pines.
Susanna. Oh, Susanna.