She's So Innocent

If she was a flower
she would be a Tiger Lily.

If the air and grass were not a stage for her
then her heart would have a window.

If you could distinguish between the devil and angel
in the movements of her eyebrows,

or whether or not she twists her foot so slowly
unintentionally,

then there would be no more
fun in uncertainty, no more risk in temptation.

If she was a note, then
she would slowly bend up a whole step

in a minor key, softly sustain it,
and fall, as in a gravity of sound

as strong as the pull of the twist
of the arch of her foot.

If she was a simile,
she would be a dress.

Nick A.