pluto

her eyes shine green

like feathery grasses on cool summer days

and when she slides her hands across my lips

and brushes candy-sweet kisses

down my thighs

i tremble

and think about

how lovely she is

with her sloppy words

that spill out

fresh like cool splashes of water on drying rocks

and her short hair

kept short because she hates when it tangles

but not when i tangle the strands in my fingers

like looping threads of magic on my pinkies

and promising to be hers forever