Her dark brickwork eyes spoke Houston
Without question
Undeniably coffee brown
She stopped traffic like loaded rush hour rain
. . . Stood out like the pregnant skyline
scraping the ashen clouds
She needed no attention
Her ginger skin magnetized
like soft black cotton
melting just like candy, sweet, at every taste
Her dark immutable eyes spoke Houston
. . . slow muffled walks along the bayous
An easy southern touch . . .
. . . ivory pearls around her neck
. . . cramped denim jeans . . . leather belt about her waist . . .
. . . summertime in her narrow voice
She worshiped hurricanes
. . . poured out her thoughts like concrete
. . . paths in every direction
The cascade shaped her
She loved humid nights
Her dark brickwork eyes spoke Houston