to paraphrase CAKE's John McCrea;

she's a girl with a mind like a diamond
she's a girl who knows whats best
she's a girl with words that cut
and eyes that burn like cigarettes
she's a girl who gets up early
she's a girl who stays up late
she's a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
who uses a machete to cut through red tape
with fingernails that shine like justice
and a voice that is dark like tinted glass
she is fast, thorough, and sharp as a tack
shes touring the facility and picking up slack.
                              'short skirt / long jacket'

a new flame can burn a heart,
lock a black and brittle door,
or else,
break a heart apart,
to bare the hidden red and raw.
embers are the old flames,
gently warming,
as they glow with unfaded faces and names.
old affections long to show.
and so,
at the heart
remember
(though neither wild nor tame)
remains the glowing ember
ever hotter than the flame.

lovely, true
i see you
your eyes
blue of our skies
your kind,
filthy mind
face of smiles
thousands of miles
apart
your heart
your hand
can't stand
thoughts of bed
your voice in my head
soft, sweet
thousands of feet
finally sane
on the seat on the plane