Thursday, February 21, 2008
She was a cute woman in a southern kind of way. Short but spunky and full of glee. With flip flops that cut her to the knap of my neck. She had a huge tangle of blonde hair that flipped in the breeze with crystaline green eyes striking enough to render the normal man shy and wide enough to be that of a child at play. She had a button nose and rose colored lips that curved up in a generous smile lending to a lightness around her, but her complexion was her claim to fame, for her skin was custom made to harness the light. Capturing the sun's best work to frame on her body for everyone to admire as the chemistry changed her tone from cream to coffee. In the water she was a demi-god of motion. Her movements where broad but sublime; her surfing was a masterpiece of fluidity. Smooth as glass, yet wound with power, it struck like a hammer, slipped like silk. Maybe she is not real, maybe she was a dream, maybe I should not trust what I see, but I was not sure that I would be able to forget.