Lucy


Red hair like blood
on white sheets.
Her hip curves,
pale in the caressing dim.
She sleeps
with a hand up to her face.
As if unconsciously protecting
herself from the gaze
she does not know is directed at her.
She is a symphony of
softly moving lines,
a masterpiece of creation.

One response to “Lucy”

  1. beautiful.

    Comments link broken…

    Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 14:23:59 +0000 To: steve-hayes@live.co.uk

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