Wild Flare Part 2

Grant Hope #39

Resting her bronze arms
composed and confidently sure
Her shoulders come down
her hair smoothly drifts down
letting the sunshine bloom through

The licking flares of sun in her eyes
slightly dim
her unwavering guard seems to soften
as does the sheen of her skin

Folding her hair back
gazing with still curiosity
tilted head
unflappable lips
stoic stare
love is across her chest
a heart necklace makes her mind bear

Hair now has deftly descended
laying longingly on head, shoulder, chest, and back
She bids me come listen to the heart of her will

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