She looks good
in a mirror.
She looks good
in a bed.
Looks fine in
a forest,
and alluring
in my head.
She looks splendid
in the Spring,
intriguing in
the rain.
She looks smart
in a debate
and languid
in a lane.
There's an essence
in her presence,
which distracts
and then attracts.
To be drawn
to her is
to be invited
past mere facts.
hans ostrom 2017
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