By Harvey K. Slade
and eyes that defy description…
Yet in my mind I watch-
The graceful lines of her muscles soften and fade,
Her hair loses its touch of purple; an aspen leaf in a converse autumn,
The piercings become as water, slithering down & from her body; a brief shower of mercury,
The tattoos peel from her pale skin; minute black butterflies that drift away like a cloud of smoke,
Her eyes grow bright with the light of her spirit until they burn a pure white devoid of all color.
I watch all the accouterments of fashion and experience fall away, and,
she is so beautiful that the words will not come.
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