Shape

You crossed my mind recently
It was early in the morning and the icy dew was surrendering to the illusory entity of vapor, young sunlight on the smoke of the forest.
     A shape caught my attention.  
Though pervaded by prismatic intent, the shadow lent itself to black and white.
 Values ​​that ask to be seen for what they are,  known for the true and fundamental form.  Pleading for a truce from the wider spectrum.  The shape stretched and curled, aching with sensual suggestions, coiling erotically, curved and upside down, open to all eyes but reserving its true beauty only for a select few.  
But I knew you'd see it