Hair--braided chestnut, <br /> coiled like a lyncher's rope, <br />Eyes--fagots, <br />Lips--old scars, or the first red blisters, <br />Breath--the last sweet scent of cane, <br />And her slim body, white as the ash <br /> of black flesh after flame.<br /><br />Jean Toomer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/portrait-in-georgia/
