The ceiling is veiled with chandeliers;
Lilac scented diamonds,
Identical to the bracelet that braves your wrist and slices at it oh so sincerely
You place your hands around the waist of an obscure figure,
tripping over your toes, as if they are caught in ribbons like a lonely fawn in the theater
Statue-like posture held captive in the veins and vertebrates of your own back
An ebony dress that mimics your grace,
only moments behind and soaked at the end from a growing garden of snow at your feet
You don't bother to wipe your tears as they fall down the bark of your naked face
Cold hands; cold body
Still, you dance like the floorboards aren't rotting away
Open your eyes, dear,
they're drowning in gold
Take those pearls; rip them off
They won't keep you warm in the winter
Sincerely, THE AUTHOR
