skin complexions and complexities 

She has skin the color of Nutella

her name is Graciela, 

eyes intense like capella,

the brightest star in Auriga now a novella

her smile made my knees weak near the patella

tu hablas espanol?

Si, she replied with a whistling like in kwela

like a mysterious figure smoking on a panatela

I said I always imagine it would make me a more interesting fella and she laughed as the table next to us talked boring business things, selling umbrellas

what I see when I look at her

She’s dorky and fun,

clicks of her tongue, with slight gestures of finger guns

a height of five foot two,

interacting feels like writing haikus

bright like the sun,

bringing  back memories of someone 

reminding me of the lighter parts of you, partitions you out grew

a Finnish girl with a green streak in her hair (DREAM GIRL #3)

she likes to stand on her tip toes so her elaborate socks show

a favorite fable I didn’t know

of elephants meddling in a meadow

Christmas underneath a mistletoe

I liked the way her face glowed

I didn’t like to see her go as her dismissal

left me wondering so about the dimples

I would only know from a conversation that made me feel more whole

Dream Girl #17 (the artist)

She’s eclectic, and thinks it’s funniest when it’s least expected

she’s luminous and inner connected, like lightning she’s electric

a canvas, of her sky, painted with streaks of colors she’s inspected

a place where the bizarre is normal, and the surreal is subjective

I dream of her in her studio until I’m awakened by a thunderous interjection