she's that kind of girl

describe her to me
he says,
tell me about this girl,
this woman
this new love interest
of yours.
well, I say, putting my
hand to my chin
and staring up at
a floating white puff
of a cloud.
well, she's like pastry.
fragile
and sweet. filled
with a delicate cream filling.
layered in soft mystery.
easy on the lips
and eyes and heart.
she's the one
in the window,
the one never marked down.
one of a kind,
unique.
I could eat her all in
one bite
if she'd let me.
she's that kind of girl.