Ephemeral

it comes out of her mouth, it comes out
of her fingers
at the tips of her hair
right there
they blush, they rush
like wordplays
like mazes
in the oblivion
where do they come from
unintentional
that intend some things, so many things
bursting
and leave them thinking
what the hell
they come out,
comes out a woman
bathing in metaphors, be brave
enough to know
her
be brave enough
it comes out of her skin
from inside the denim
at the weight of her strides
it comes
out of focus now
comes out a woman
stumbling in candor
and leave them
blushing and rushing