Hair
Flows in the breeze
loose words
embalm the evening
purple dusk dives
in your gleaming retinas
gorgeous as you stand
statue of a goddess
silent, non-apologetic
elusive to the painter’s brush
loud in your ethereal beauty
motionless yet fluid
with erotic contours
that define this moment
when my admiring glance
flows into your mind
and erases the loss you feel
standing before your mirror
as I can’t touch you
Libros Libertad 