The boy with waterfall hair

The Boy With Waterfall Hair The boy with waterfall hair. I liked it. I felt for this sight. He grabbed my attention. I could see it all, His hair, Natural

The boy with waterfall hair.
I liked it.
I felt for this sight.
He grabbed my attention.
I could see it all,
His hair,
Natural blonde,
Straight,
Flowing down over his elegant back.
He had large long muscles,
Visible in a gentle way.
As he was wearing his own skin
And a pair of blue jeans.
His hair flowing down.
Down to his waist.
«What a beautiful shine», I thought.
«A waterfall falling from heights.»
He was lean and tall.
Seeing this wavy,
Golden, hazy waterfall.
As he moved from one side to another,
Playing the guitar.
Aglimpse of it.
Blonde,
Flowing water.

Flowing
Ornament of this warm white sculpture.
With the focus from the back.
I still have in mind the image of the boy with waterfall hair,
With the view from the white, nude, elastic back.
And focus from behind,
Elegant,
Tricky,
Stubborn, glimpse of light.
How beautiful it is, to wear beauty!?