fruit punch lips

five.

people always write about their lovers' eyes. her eyes are brown; like oak trees. intelligent. sage. if you look hard enough you can see the hours of poring over books, cold creek water over feet. she is no older than sixteen but there are years in her eyes that tell me she has seen many things, hard and angry. yet she tends to me with the gentlest hands. akilah, akilah, I love you so.

damn one of them finally gets a name!
akilah and the bee is the shit man.
it also means wise so it all works out!