Beautiful Girl
I see you.
I see
your breasts full as the ripe moon
that touching the horizon
fills the sky with its radiance and
mirrored in your eyes dark wells
lights their depths with mischief.
I see
Your hands move surely as koi
gliding in its tranquil domain
with no apparent effort,
trailing down the curve of your neck
slow as a snowflake and as pure.
I see
Your legs graceful as poplars
standing tall and elegant
sway with a hypnotic movement
to the silent rhythm of
bursting, vibrant life.
I see you laugh with
water droplets flying
from your thrownback hair.
I see you cry as you
cradle a broken bird
in your cupped palms.
I see you at your desk
penning soft words.
I see you change the
flowers on the table.
I see you run through
long dry grasses.
I see You.