She's The Girl Who Meets And Greets Her First, Natural Man. Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

She's the girl
who's halo slipped down to her shoulders
She's the girl
wear her clothes all dirty white
She's the girl
who never seems to grow much older
She's the girl
who make's you sweat the sheets all night
She's the girl
whose soul could fill up all the oceans
She's the girl spinnin' my emotions
til I'm drownin'
twistin' slowly
in a circle
like a whirlwind
from my insides to my out
She's the girl
without a doubt
had to come from somewhere
She's the girl
much sweeter than a prairie rose
She's the girl
who seems the sum of nowhere
She's the girl
always thinkin' til she knows
How does she know
I'd love to make her
one time.
I'd send her me
in a pink card
with a sticky valentine
Inside my message
would simply read
what you've got fills up my tank with what it needs.
Let me tell you all about her
Oh boy, Mocha Joy.
She's the Girl, Joy Don't say.
Joy Danse'.and she's makin her way back home
to you and me.

Legal copyright
Melissa A Howells
in collaboration
with Buddy Bee Anthony