look at things like you have never seen them before
because I had never seen her before.
I am married to a man,
never experimented
or fantasized about a woman
and yet I was enchanted.
Her long and soft golden curly locks
like mine, only looser and more relaxed
fell wispy along her cheeks and down her back
into a purposely twisted, unclasped tie.
Her blue eyes, small swimming pools
framed by perfectly groomed eye brows
and lightly glossed lips, she looked
midwestern more than southern.
A tiny little thing dressed in flow fashions
and platform shoes, she was adorned
with silver bangles and giant rings.
As beautiful as she appeared her tone
and her movement, and her way
were equally captivating.
A gentle quiet voice, soothing her listeners
into being more aware.
How could we not be?
The cadence in her words,
in her movement.
I was aware.
She was poem.
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