Hands up high,
Reaching towards the night through white walls.
Mouth curling up into mountains,
Fields of poppies running down its slopes.
Corn husk strands falling over moonlight,
Like strings on a delicate violin.
Gilded in the finest cloth,
walking on hard confidence.
Your exhaustion brings radiance,
And allows you to fly.
Our hearts and minds playfully entwined,
you are my golden girl.