foreword

For this girl I know

This girl I know is a real lightning rod.
She's got the most beautiful face,
and hair that always manages to sit right to frame it.
Her eyes are a deep, rich brown,
and they shine at you from above a cute, rounded, but articulate nose.

She talks in a voice that changes its timbre and its edge.
Her hands gesture and twitch, and she dances when she's excited.
She has a way of moving slow, and she has a way of moving quick.
She's not there for -so long-, and then suddenly, she's all at once.

You can't catch her on camera,
because like me her secrets are contained in continual, changing motion.
Her face, her sound, her touch will flood your memory, and run it out,
slipping away to come back again at the strangest times.

She's something real special, though.
Even when all the other tawdry sights and illusions disappear,

that something will remain.

Your eyes'll never be the same after locking with hers,
but it's all right.

You've seen something deep,
and it's awakened the things you were fool enough to let sleep inside you.

She'll probably get mad at me for saying this kinda stuff,
but she knows I could never stop.
I'd say you should meet her,
but I'd get in trouble for directing too many random assholes her way.
She's seen enough of those.

But just the same,
this is for this girl I know

because that's what it's always been for,
and always will be.