Not your hair
Nor the poise of your skin
Not the exploding stars
from cameras as you stride
along the red wool sea
Each step a remarkable headline
Your hair
A movie
Inadvertently, your presence
An atmosphere, a wonder
Your charisma, a charm
Without saying a word
You grant wishes by your pose
You're an altar for sore eyes
Your deafening beauty
A story, a telling;
habitual.
You're a moment
Never fading,
Always alive in memories
Right here, right now
The world is yours
