good girl with a devilish tongue
young body ripe with feminine rage
beauty queen with a sparkling mind
never been kissed like the girls her age
and he’s everything they warned her about
lying in the wild grass, flowers in his long hair
chasing nirvana before his time runs out
‘cause the earth is on fire and the end is near
swaying in a west coast haze, complaining about the
kennedys shouting on the corner, asking “who made
vietnam our enemy?”
he knows all the things they tried to hide from her
and she absorbs his words like blank newspaper
longing for a story of a fearless first time
longing to taste him like a reckless traitor
a fleeting romance that died in the first draft
the summer of love didn’t survive september
but she still sneaks out to smoke on his memory
breathing fresh life into his fallen embers
