She

She had hair like wild fire
running down her back,
cascading over creamy skin
and teasing the sun
with its radiance.
Her eyes spoke volumes
of unexplained poetry,
whispering dreams
through lashes
thick with the makeup of man.
Her body was like fine sculpture,
with limbs reaching out
to embrace the world
and a core solid enough
to bear its weight.
When she spoke,
the wind listened,
and when she raised those eyes
to look at me,
her soul opened up
and I fell in.


Vainly enough, it was inspired by things people had been saying about
me, and I transposed them to be about my best friend.