6pallid beauty with daisy chain hair
red communist kerchief on reckless ash
her spirit was
the color of her
and her hair mimicked
brazen and carmine, the minister's daughter
scorching the book with impious desire
finding boys
behind the church
half-naked and waiting
soundless bare feet in the straw grass
tangled with his lanky awkwardness
freckles dotted
her wan body
like blush constellations
maddened sanguine angel sewing patchwork
wears her eyes with deliberate allure
tempting chaos
in those lucid
bright emeralds
quixotic fire-head, fire-tempered lady
unabated, engulfs crackling twigs
a nova,
a shudder
still burns