Baton rouged
cheeks
aglow
four syllable, setting back in lyric repose
smoldering Gibson
curved
muse
flashing
dashing
clicking
eyes
wide open square-mouthed
head askew
laughing
pearl white pink... framed
lips
licking a pinched, closed
moment
in discovery... sensations wither on primrose
not
the clipped voice
kind
just plain, distanced
gazing
tight fingers folded neatly as
if in
prayer
swinging through
the misty
little
girl
remnant days
all cause found
in
the plundered calendars
jealously relinquishing
the shadows
to
the
sensual
voluptuous
light