I still remember the moment I saw her.
Her lips cherry frozen cup red,
Skin chocolate covered mocha brown
like a worn out penny,
Beautiful and nappy headed.
I loved her from the cinnamon of her eyes,
To the chipped polish on her fingertips,
From her lopsided ponytails,
to the scuffed toe of her converse.
Double Dutch champion.
Taught me how to spell:
M. I. crooked letter crooked letter.
I would’ve married her that summer
And she would’ve been the best wife I ever had
But summers end to soon
Before loveburns thoroughly heal.