A comely waif bearing gifts and packages.
brown-clad and glad to deliver, each smile
that you give her is returned in kind.
You’d think you would have had a mind and learned
that auburn hair becomes your snare;
the redder, the better. A reminder of a kinder
gentler muse, it would be a gaffe to refuse
the laugh that she bears. It is there that her charm
disarms you, just like “She” used to do.
Auburn returns. You yearn for it to stay.
Written for Khara House’s 30 x 30 Challenge – Day 3 – red