31daypoem challenge: Day 11

I may not know your name yet,
but I dream of warm, delicate sunset

where I sense you in the sweetness
of summer watermelons

you are too far, distant to fetch
like stars, my hands unable to catch.

I may not know the color of your eyes,
but I would recognize your kindness,

a tender gesture of a stranger passing by
when tired day spits me out

and my heavy, wrinkled sigh is caught
in a gentle grip and contagious smile.

I may not know of your past
but I would hear your silent prayer

where you long for fragile moments
those diamond years crushed to dust,

for missed glittering winter dawns,
erased touch, forgotten so fast.

I may not know your language yet,
but you and only you would understand

the story I’m about to tell:
a story of a girl who’s eagerness ignites

leaves the trail of light behind.
Feathered step, rose petals that excite

like butterfly dance in the stormy wind
tempestuous emotion, shown for a second

a scent, a hint, exhilarating
sting to any sleepy heart

awakening love buried deep,
mending hope that’s teared apart.

Her soul is moon, faint and dim
as seen through tree branches,

but soft and inviting, staunchest
in any life mystery.

Her hair like a wavy tapestry
of cascading Irish basalt

frames her silky face,
cherry lips, slightly apart

with each breath tremble,
like a leaf on a sudden breeze.

Her eyes, deep green
mountain lakes hide secret,

fragments of fear, haunted
deer in the spring meadow,

which only men with pure intentions
could comprehend, could see.

She is small, spindle and thin
always accompanied by a shadow

of red umbrella, bouncing in her hand
as she collects rain and white pebbles

at the nearby river bank. Her dress,
neatly ironed, patchworked cotton

apostrophizes her hourglass shape.
An ivory button adorns

her neck as collar lace
over-brims her firm breasts.

And also something shiny,
an ikon, heavy but tiny

that rests on her belly
while she sleeps

and sometimes dangles,
swings like a pendulum

from an oversized chain
around her chest when she

plays out in the watery stains.
Made of special stone,

mirroring cerulean skies
of the day earth gave birth

to her, anyone mean who touches
it three times, immediately dies.

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