Tempestuous

Brains turn brains.

Blond,
eyes like a smoke haze horizon.
Her description: enigmatic, erratic, voracious.
She knew my mind too well.
Used it to coerce some indescribable essence.
Like she was the one who created a heart.
Like she was the one who held mine.
I’ll find the proper words to describe this woman.
Until then I lament in knowing I can not.
Perfection, to say the least.