Caitlyn Three

You smile easy, know just what to say, your spirits dance released, a high heeled slumber, stones, lintels, concave, make you turn and wonder, is it a lover’s retreat, that finds no shape, but allows you to name, this your number, when you state, your life is unencumbered, whose insides screech, tunes jingle and play, you run along the beach, roll in the thunder, forget the carapace, stay out of trouble, find a certain conceit, an act full of grace, eager to leave, good times on your face