Window To Her World

Luminescence, glowing candles of ochre and vermillion, everything clustered and dense.
Rich fabric, copious pillows, layers of smells creeping from the kitchen and making me drool.
No need for verbs, for grammar. Just poetry. Because that is what she is... living poetry.
Beautiful...too pretty for words. Graceful and down to earth and polished and real. A mixture of rustic refinement I have never seen.
And I admire her. And love her. And want to hang out in her space.
So that's all....just having fun at my big sister's house tonight. :)