Wild Flare Part 1
Grant Hope #38
Composed and confidently sure
eyes licking pupils with wild flares of sun
lashes encase in spreading shadow
focusing her unique light directly towards me
The skin of her face
without blemish and gleaming
contours a woman at rest
simultaneously making herself known
her presence commands intervening
Her hair expands
earthy ground to great sky
eastward rising to westward set
A bed of swirling locks
ebbs from the sun in her skin
enrapturing all
inviting to know the brightness within
Business Inquiries Only: granthope@mailfence.om