quiescence

I haven't yet, so here's a bit:

Your Portrait:

Eyes, two quick
flashing smile and laughing
soul

Joy worn frivolously
(as leopard-spot scarf)
on shoulders that bear great singularity,
striding shuffle to carry you

Rose-petal cold blush
a frosty halo of expended hellos nestles
raven-dark coiffure

and so you hang with me.