A poem: For Bunga

with your shiny yellow hair swimming down your shoulders
and your infectious giggle revealing your dimples
instantly i wondered...
are you my soul sister?

and then we were joined by one thought
summer. SUMMER.

Chop chop, your threads of silk feathered to your feet
and the birth of the pixie alice Bunga astounded us all.
BAM!

PLink, plink, plink, the pieces of my heart fell to the floor
but Bunga held me in her arms and coo-ed.
We swigged from the bottle and we swished our hips
to and fro to the rhythm pulsing through us

we are connected by one thought:
summer. SUMMER.