When I met her I called her new girl.

New girl rises with the sun

sleeps with the sun

sun kissed but never seen sun burnt

the sun turns to face her.

New girl glides naked along the surface of the river,

her skin like a glistening emerald

her wide eyes shine in the night like

Japanese anemone.

New girl dances in grocery stores.

New girl, with freckles like constellations

I try to map them but get stuck on her smile,

my Capella, that smile, new girl.

New girl manages time in a paperback,

new girl speaks to me just to speak to me,

ballerina strides through all the important topics

like how I’m going

and how she won’t.

New girl cries when she needs to,

wears vulnerability and cinnamon.

New girl teaches me perspective

from the top

now I will never get down.

New girl kisses my ear, takes my wrist

draws me near and shows me

what it is

to glow.