to the extreme

the dew's patina
on the grass
sparkles like diamonds
nestled on a well-formed
golden bosom
of a woman whose eyes
are filled with promises kept,
whose sighs
empty wallets
and minds,
whose laugh
lights miracles,
comforts children,
assuages the old,
and always welcomes the new;
she walks spritely,
her body toned,
never languid,
beauty assured,
grace inured,
to the extreme.

September 20, 2009, for the Wifey.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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