Jungle Mane Part 2
Grant Hope #60
The time of glorious day nears its peak
on this lush rainforest trek
This stifling maiden
raised in expansive wood and brush
moves from the bush
standing
entering cradling light
Jungle green
flickering eyes
recognize I am of her kind
nothing like her in body and mind
Instinctive
full of thought yet drawing blanks
slowly stepping out
this winding trail
features an unexpected destination
where one mystery of life meets another
locking stares in questions and wonder
Covered only in hazelnut red
freckles
locks over her skin
a giant leaf from the plant bed
expressions change as seconds pass
awesome wonder
steep skepticism
fathomless desire
the curiosity has reached its edge
Facing me dead on
the sun has reached another new noon
placing the back of her hand mildly on her head
appearing to be ready to faint
as her eyes close in swelling heat
the light engulfs this soft supreme flame
as the day rises
so does it shed darkness
exchanging for that which is inexplicably fair
Gems in creation even in the deepest of forests
deepest of hazelnut red locks
She is truly the treasure of this equator zone
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