August 3, 2013 § 1 Comment

Red hair like blood
on white sheets.
Her hip curves,
pale in the caressing dim.
She sleeps
with a hand up to her face.
As if unconsciously protecting
herself from the gaze
she does not know is directed at her.
She is a symphony of
softly moving lines,
a masterpiece of creation.

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