Her face was middle-class regal,
With clear, winter skin of cotton
And a blush,
A blush that rose naturally,
Like a pink fog
Across her sharp cheekbones.
I traced the gentle curves
Of her gentle lips.
Thick hair
Fell to thin shoulders
In sunset-red waves.
Her almond eyes
Were basins of liquid emerald,
Dancing and bright,
Shaded by luxurious lashes
That fluttered delicately like the down
Of a black velvet swan.
Critiques and comments are much appreciated
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
Her face was middle-class regal,
With clear, winter skin of cotton
And a blush,
A blush that rose naturally,
Like a pink fog
Across her sharp cheekbones.
I traced the gentle curves
Of her gentle lips.
Thick hair
Fell to thin shoulders
In sunset-red waves.
Her almond eyes
Were basins of liquid emerald,
Dancing and bright,
Shaded by luxurious lashes
That fluttered delicately like the down
Of a black velvet swan.
Critiques and comments are much appreciated
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