Her hair
Was Hollywood Red
Looking like
Copper on fire
In the sunlight.
I never saw her face
Just those copper coils
Bouncing in time
To the rhythm of her
Cadence.
She was tall
And thin like the
Fables of royal faery
Nobles,
Her dark blue jeans
Looked painted
Comfortably
On her.
Her top was
A dark green turquoise
Contrasting
The fire of her hair
And down to her toes
Black leather boots
With the clicking
Of pointed heels,
Never missing a beat
I longed to see her face,
I lost the wind
From my chest
Choked on the beauty
Of the God's creation,
And doomed
To never know
Any more
Than I had
Seen.
