Redhead

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brilliant shafts of sunlight,
once shadowed by blackened thunderheads,
now burst through openings in emptied brokenness
streaking sky with gleaming, vertical hue

each beam,
each golden shard of flaming magnificence,
falls tenderly upon basking, fairest flesh below
with lingering blush,

and conjures flecks of melanin,
aroused,
like assemblies of browning worshipers,
enshrined in ivory temple

so that longing eyes,
nearly blinded
by the strength of sun’s glorious brilliance,
can reverence heated memory
at each reflection
upon soft, speckled skin
and can remember. . .

having known passion

Written by,
Ten thousand cicadas

THAT red-haired girl, with azure eye___
Just now I saw her tripping by!
What makes me start and tremble so?
‘Tis not that red-’haired girl, I know!
And yet, somehow, I heave a sigh.

For she is fair and tall, while I,
Alas, am dark, and thin, and dry;
What stuff is this I’ve writ! but oh,
That red-haired girl!

What odds to me, you say? Oh, my,
How hard it is to tell a lie
When one beholds that throat of snow___
And eyes grow dim, and pulses go!
God bless my soul’s delight! Who? Why,
That red-haired girl.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.