Backlit by sun and framed by the wild
you separate yourself, stand alone.
It's no surprise that you hide your face
behind your hair.
Thin like gauze, your shirt suggests—implies
conventional and fantastic forms:
soft symmetry, firm allowances
both here and there.
There is only shallow color, glows
of pale and plane. Background remains blurred
in obscured focus, beyond intent
from the sun flare
in the camera's lens. Captured by
shutter. Perfect smile behind, behind.
I don't mind. Natural seductionwith savoir faire.
3/4
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