She is beautiful
The image of a goddess
Her only flaw?
She's been dead for 6 years
Skin still fair white
Hair remaining oil black
Eyes sewn shut
Her lips part so slightly
Her frame still perfect
My fingers wonder
Exploring her peaks and valleys
Her dress is torn
Sadly time takes it toll on material items
I would need to replace it
Her favourite dress in ruins
How sad she would be
If she only knew
How her clothes handle the ware of time
Slowly I slipped the tattered cloth off my love
Her body as beautiful as ever
Frozen in time
Onlookers would be disturbed to say the least
A nude dead body on a table
As I tower over it.
My eyes slid over her.
Taking in every inch
From her hair line
To her fair feet
My angle
So sweet and soft
With out fail
Even in death she remained
Oh how I love you, even in death
Dear sweet.. Violet
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poems and short stories by myself and I wanted to share them with you.
