Brown Lorrelei

By Marcus B. Christian

A woman the shade of cafe au lait

Passed me by one night;

With her black hair filled with the lights of day

And her walk a man's delight.

The raindrops nestled in her raven hair

Like dew deep in grass;

Her dark eyes seared me with one burning stare --

And I saw her pass

Like something from earth and sun and rain,

Vibrant and strong;

And in light-shadowed spots oft and again

She hummed a song.

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