She Seemed Unconquered

by the dreamer

She was like a summer dream. The day was a hazy shine. She had nice legs, elegant curvy lips and shining glowing hair.

A gaze to her eyes and you would see pixels of clear skies.

And her hands. I grabbed her hands, she had wrists tattoos, she was a beauty of a canvas.

I caressed her hands like caressing the sheet of a pedal flower

and when she is gone. . . .it rains again.