Golden Head

You will think of love

When you meet an unusual


Young self-assured athletic

Seeking a balance between

Her body and soul.


You meet her frequently

And listen to her articulated

Words as she assists you

With physical therapies

But your chemistry races

Ahead and your heart

Awakes and sings.


As an artist you draw her

From the image in your mind

And your creative thoughts

Tumble down the purple


Its curly woodland hair

Cascades into your room

With a view.


You have no control

When the first lines appear

On your drawing

And her golden head

Burns its warmth like

Sunrays into your being.




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