Standing in the soft drizzle
Under the awning, waiting for the bus
Holding her books close to hide
The transparency of her bust
Each strand singly beaded
With perfect rain-bowed diamonds
Shimmering allure in the fading light
Winking, sighing and rolling away
A fire glimmers in her limpid pools
As midnight tints the curtain’s fringe
In the flirtatious flowing wind
They flutter and wave sanity goodbye
He watches, unaware of the spell
That slowly binds him in its grasp
Just wonders why all a sudden
His breath has escaped into her clasp…
~Glowing Embers~
