I never saw anything till I saw you.
You slouch in a chair, lazy with beauty.
Your long legs splay so easy and lean.
Your hair argues all over your head, debating in red and gold.
Your eyes, the color of fertile soil, blink me buried in you. I grow and grow.
Your skin glows the color of new. You are unlined like morning.
I stare at you until you hear the sounds of my looking. And you notice finally, as my eyes sing their vision of you.
I love this first sight.
CJ
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7 comments:
O dear...I so love this!!!
Wonderful words and visions....
Lucky chair lounger. I'd love to sit and have you wax poetic about me. ;)
♥
C.
This is simply beautiful.
Red: I so love that you're back.
Faerie Mom: Thanks. I'm glad you like 'em.
C.: If you were in a chair in front of me, I'm sure there would be poetry.
Heart: You really think so?
;) Maybe, maybe not. Good to see you pouring out your words again...it's been awful dry around here lately without you.
xox
C.
Miss you.
c.
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