leaping with finesse,
her coffee curls bounced
as she danced before me.
confident smile worn,
and within her eye -
that same ol' spark.
twirling like a spinning top,
her pretty little dress fringed
around her petite hips.
the shapes under her wardrobe
were very lucid,
as she moved like a dream.
sun sparkled down upon her,
setting her hair afire.
back-lit waves, swirling and contorting;
an eye can't leave her fragile contour,
not even to relish in the nature
of her charm.
