Blink. Click.

Panning the room,
my eyes settle softly
on each spirit here
her hair, a wild mane – –
oh how beautiful it frames her face
round with curves, rich with laughter
– – a waiting portrait for unworthy lens;
and she, of the caramel skin
and thick twisted locks
hers, a chisled face
reminiscent of native roots
still climbing, growing strong in her;
and still another inviting smile
captures my gaze, welcomes connection.
Countless faces, I catch myself soaking in,
staring at diverse wealth of beauty.
The room, a treasure of individuality
encased in one space
I see a portrait in each eye blink.
Can I stop in this moment with a click?

written 6.19.11

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