Thailand, My Mistress, at Dusk from Pai Canyon

Everything now so golden, so pure. Dangling earrings, shimmering gown, she covers her glowing smile with her hand and blushes, and I love her all the more for this act of false modesty. Valleys and mountains of joy form as the tectonic plates of her face dance to some unheard melody of magma beneath her pores. Laughter ripples: the sound of rustling leaves.