And her name was Josephine,
she was scarred and tattooed,
intuitive and lean.
She smelled of cloves and ginger,
“Danger” was written on her chest
between drags she pontificates
and lays the beast to rest.
We watch from gothic arches
as fireworks explode into a haze.
Josephine built a house of matches
and turned her back to the climbing blaze.
But Josephine you were good to me
even though landlocked’s never easy...
She was a cyclone twisting ferociously,
her raw fury shook the mountains.
We sat out the rain
and chased the train,
we drift to the forest of firefly fountains.
Goodbye is never forever
I remember as we kissed our last,
Josephine was a meteor over Mercury,
decorating midnight hours with a blast.
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