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