She speaks kindness
Talks with open hands
Her mind is an open window,
Cobalt square
Broad brush painted,
Finesse of touch.
Her profile,
Framed by Mediterranean air
Bold, nude statuette
Botticelli's Venus in silhouette
Late luminescence of an afternoon.
Crown her with random fire
Ignite a nova from the sun
Struck wide against matchbox sky.
Over her shoulder a wanton stare
Rushing river of lens flare hair
Iconic halo, gold and fair
Light of election,
Floating like a molten dust
Veil of monarchs fluttering there.
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