Tan fingers lift a beer bottle to rouge lips,
Far from perfection, yet perfect for me.
Three dollar tacos and an Amstel set the scene to share laughs
She's never soft spoken, firm in her assessment of the world outside
Still she searches for cracks in Wonderland
Surely she can sense that something is missing.
A void, left behind by a rabbit vanished through a doorway
Perhaps she can feel how she can cause a universe to implode on itself
leaving nothing but a genie hiding in the bottom of a bottle,
One which I am determined to find.
She is beautiful even if she is unsure of herself,
lips part to set my heart racing
I hang on her every noun and verb as if I were a rock climber
she is Olympus
And in this moment, nothing else exists
God could call for starts to fall from the onyx above and I would be content to sit and finish our conversation.
Another round to fuzz my memory banks
together we sip until fuzz turns to buzz, buzz to darkness
another sip to cure my momentary misfortunes
she searches until she's found what she's looking for, the cracks in perfection
as tears stream down her face I find it hard to think she is anything other than divine
So I offer an ear and shoulder for my makeshift Alice
Forced to deal with the world spinning around her head
But in the morning she awakes, unscathed a clean slate.
And with that she's off to explore Wonderland.
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