Wild Thing
She was beauty
in the way she ran
through a poppy field
-barefoot-
red bleeding around,
hair ablaze with the kiss
of the midday sun
framing her face
in liquid gold
She was beauty
in the way she laughed
from the belly
from the shoulders
from the heart,
lips soft
teeth sharp
eyes alight
with a furious hunger
She was beauty
in the way she dove
head first
into the sea
into the moment
into life
hands stretched
grasping in eager want
wanting in every way
She was beauty
in the way she spoke
words shooting
from a feral tongue
to the beat
of her swelling heart
forever growing with wonder
a universe expanding within
She was beauty
She belonged to the stars
to their time-defying light
to the firmament above…
so vast
so painfully
not mine
not yours
not ours
like all Beauty
she was no man’s
and every man’s
at once
***
E.N. Loizis is a Greek writer, married to a Spaniard, living in Germany, writing in English. She writes flash fliction, short stories and poems, while pretending to work on her first novel. She enjoys breathing, sleeping and eating. You can find her at www.enloizis.com and https://www.facebook.com/enloizis/
*Photo courtesy of Brian Michael Barbetio*
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