She washed her hair today for me to shoot
some film. The summer sun still seeks release,
it casts and coruscates in slick salute,
light brown with just a tease of red caprice.

The camera captured her just three months shy
of twenty-one. A sleeveless pure white dress,
cut low, but elegant, a glimpse of thigh
the breeze exposes for her to impress.

She sits upon a swing seat holding dyed
green chains the colour of the shading tree,
her lips a-smile, apart, blue eyes are wide
as she looks straight, right through the lens at me.

Defences I have none, so magicked in her trance.
Six months ago she tamed and held me with her glance.
 

                                   4 December 2023