This is day 13 of this months 'River of Small Stones' project.
For the others visit a river of small stones.blog
A corn-rainbow of swirl
arced and tumbled
lightly laced coiffeur
in intelligent grandeur.
I long to flow
in the mystery of your eddies,
slide and glide in your depths -
strands slipping through my hand
like the whisper of fine dry sands.
The crown
of beauty
unsullied by jewel.
Blonde and glistering in the sunlight:
drawing energy in golden dawn
drawing mystery in lazy dusk,
your hair charms me.
Sorceress of emotion,
casting spells in wave and curl
cascading over your shoulder,
I fall to the tsunami
of passion.
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