Like the Wind

Like the Wind

I only notice her hair at first.
It flows as if someone is walking in front of her with a fan.
Like in the movies it is falling in the all the right places.
She brushes it out of her eyes and glances my way.
All time stops.
She turns and I see her legs.
She reaches down to smooth her skirt.
I am mesmerized.
Her skin is tan.
Her hair is brown.
Smooth and supple.
She looks as if she was born on a hidden beach.
Far from the horrors of the city.
She has captured my every attention.
I can't move for fear that I might disturb nature itself.
I don't want her to notice me.
I want to take in this beauty.
And remember it forever.
She is like one of those flowers that you yearn to see with your naked eyes.
But you dare not pick it from where it grows.
You want everyone to see it.
You would defend her from every harm.
To just smell such a rare flower would be ecstasy itself.