Silky mass, Redrock sand caught in a river's pullSpilling over my shoulders, sweeping down my back.
Tendrils curling, dancing in the wind
Forever framing my beauty.
Seaweed in a pool, undulating from my crown and flowing with the tide
Halo about my head, marking me as a saint with your golden glory.
Set fire to my world with the light
stroking my face with the delicate love
that makes you up: that makes you mine.
3 comments:
real purty.
Very nice. I like the double entendre in "caught in a rivers pull" :)
I find myself liking my beard too much, lately. Guess it's time to shave (if only it weren't so darn cold!)
Beautiful.
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