

For All Seasons She smoked joints like they wereFor All Seasons by ~ashadeofred
cigarettes,
and wore paper dresses in
December.
She sipped hot coffee in
August,
and would only freshen up
to peruse a near-by bookstore
She made love to a man once,
that would quietly hum;
Through her ambiguity and
cold stature,
her heart beamed an
incandescent red color.
She thought the word love
would be as easy as hate,
but her own coyness in the word
proved that she could never say it
Stoned, she wandered door to door,
waiting for silhouettes to approach her own silhouette,
But when they learned of her presence,
She would run to
January,
and wear fishnets and boots,
to go wi