Mellifluously she burns through my veins, like euphoric memories but twice as deadly, Beautifully walking barefoot through my cognitive graveyard. The tau tangles, like  tunnels over run with with poorly written blurts of profanity; a bus slowly drives by, she was dressed in golden amber... where was I, oh yes, it was early September. Even the pavement was crumbling from the nueronic misfire raging in her eyes. It was like ice cream melting in her tears as she rubbed the galaxy of memories that she kept hidden in her pocket, like some lucky stone she’d carried around for years. Thoughts distorted like tapping poetry on a mirror as it shatters. She’s everywhere, like dark prisms of fingers running through my atrophied grey, but I still recall that day in mid May. I still remember it like it was yesterday. She made me feel like writing poetry beneath a shade tree... who are you again? Let me tell you a story about the day I met her; a bus flew by, she was dressed in tie dye ...I’ll never forget that night in late July