Onyx eyes dancing around the room,
Curious, laughing, wild and untamed;
She looks up and just as soon
As she sees me everything's changed;
She becomes shy; her hand rises,
Palm out, two dimpled fingers go
to her mouth when she realizes,
I am still watching, and she knows,
I am a captive audience of one;
She nips at her finger tips and
smiles shyly behind her hand;
She pushes unruly black curls away;
Then, as if she can no longer stay,
She runs to me.
Copyright ©2007 Dena Straughn
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