Quianna

Her day is just beginning, she dances in the tide, fresh and alive and kicking, she kills me with her spin, next to me like a bride, twists her lips like shillings, around a constant ciggy, tobacco blonde full of lies, a dancer if not delicious, like the river with water in, her smile beams estuary wide, watching my heart give, she isn’t free from sinning, who left a family’s side, but sailed in full trimmings, an Orphea used to thrill, a Gull made to glide, she demands her fill, sunlight, water, sky.