Gold Is the Sun Cape Red As Fire
Long fiery hair flowing on deep green silk
The smooth-shaven bull dancer bull vaults
High forehead chiselled nose intense eyes
arm-rings flying up over air jabbing horns
Like an acrobat swinging over scarlet cape
Eyes locked on bull-ring Somersaulting
Flying lest the fate be too strong for him.
Her lovely deep blue winsome eyes widen
His sport enticed her also scare her truely.
Attracted to the precision movements she
clutches the ruby cross breathes "I love you"
Copyright © Mariana Pavlich | Year Posted 2006
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