Some could say: nature's lavishly attentive
ever blossoming to the extreme, on point.

Just so, the pearl of her earring
she wears in the photo seems
to have completely composed her.

Bare honesty rages, in picture left profile--
her stoic aquiline nose, upward tilt of chin,
late day sunshine through velvet curtain.

O, how sweet, her seashell ear.

That spiraling whorl converses with me,
as Water God Neptune might speak
of any innocence, of any liberation nature.

I see her -- a little girl at seashore,
skimming her toes across tiny waves

dash-running, leaping laughing,
her parents nowhere near.

In this adult picture she might be thirtyish
and by heaven likely married.

Her pearl has captured one fleet spark.

Oceans and continents away,
I am regarding this and her.

I, whose heart's on fire.