Femme Extraordinaire
National Poetry Month

Standing before him, a hurricane. Absurdly provocative.
Her mannerisms- undressing him with eyes steel-soft, and pointed glances over shoulders sloped. But more importantly, her mind.
She was magic. Brilliance, enfolded with intellect and wonderfully undomesticated.
An intensity of ideas, all at once crafted perfection and carelessly thrown from lips scorching. Everything about her, an all-consuming dare.
And a single eyebrow arched molasses-slow. Challenging, do better.
For Sarah — a dedication to the difficulties you have overcome and the resultant Femme Extraordinaire.
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