has a brilliant aureole
that scares all the bees away.
Her scent is so intoxicating—
I can’t walk a straight line.
My mean-spirited grandmother
warns:
“She talks too much,
and her boobs are too big”

When she comes into view
with her three-legged calico cat,
the earth stops spinning—
tides grind to a halt,
stars fall from the sky
and light up the dark
corners of the world.

The sun no longer sets,
and the man in the moon
confesses—he’s always
been nothing more than
a figment of our imagination.

When she’s near—
birds tweet sweet melodies,
pussy cats purr a drum roll,
puppy dogs beg for kisses,
and butterflies line up
on her shoulders in size places.

Even nematodes emerge
from the earth with shit-eating grins,
singing— “What A Wonderful World.”

Her nectar feeds every lost soul.
A rainbow-hued spray of moisture
that emits from her lips
is enough to quench the thirst
of a thousand lonely men.