She was climbing a tree and caught my eye
I met her friends and we grabbed a drink
My cap from Berlin wasn't lost in the cab
She cooked, woke me up out of my blue 
Before I had a square on my wrist

She illustrates with uncommon love
And uncommon brush
Alumni of the same
Years apart

She lives across the sound
And admires the same sound
Naked in the booth
With her good man of the north
After each past bad
Brushed under the tiled floor

She was climbing a tree and caught my eye
She ate my apple
And cleansed my (soul)
At the right timing
And still
She climbs trees

© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.09.29.10:24:17@130BklynNYC