Naked she lays,

Wrapped in heavenly cotton

A smile

Bearing one thousand pearls

Each fashioned for her

Milk for skin

Pouring out of a golden jug

Black irises and shades of lilac

Invoke in me

Unsolved mysteries,

Space exploration, and


Her soul is stitched with angel feathers

and the laughter of children,

with breasts kissed by moonlight

lined with the same shade of black

As my own.

When I gaze at her

I fail to express

My feelings

But instead choose

To bear it all

With one simple


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