She is dancer
swaying, moving BRIGHT
burning, energy flowing always through her
Oh, child, you will never slow down or stop or focus
you are a sparkler, flying
crazylittlecurvybutterfly
voice like raw honey and ice
clear, pure, rippling through hallways and doors
smile that cuts straight to the heart and curls up there
dimples wrapping around the strings and playing your mind like you didn’t think it could
inspiration. and then eyes burn into you completely,
icy warm blue, this volcano child stares out at the world below
tangly bracken of hair.