she crosses the line
black hair shining
like the raven's wing
alive like a bird in flight
eyes, soft, so complex
like a church's stain glass window
the sky above,
the sea below,
are not as blue.
and her seductive, smiling face,
lips blowing shadows,
courting lovers
a little risk involved,
a little madness necessary.
she'll steal your heart with passion
to set the night on fire,
spread the smoldering ashes across a page
and dance ballet while strumming
your heartstrings.
some jump into the fire,
and some are never free.
that flash of fire, art,
a savage love
as there ever was
burning through the canvass,
but when
she smiles...