The Girl With Chestnut Hair

Following her every step, watching carefully her moves
as she slowly walks, surrounded by autumnally coloured
trees – you cannot stop admiring the curves…

…of the girl with chestnut hair.

Getting closer to her body, almost touching her soft skin.
Is she cold or warm? You have already got burned. Once.
Giving yourself another chance might seem to be a sin.

Taking a deep breath, you’re the only people in the park.
She stops. Turns. Her eyes are nothing but dark.
Her face – so pale – gives you a warm smile. Is she real?
Yes, I am. It’s your moment now. Ideal.