Pomegranate juice
Red ripe
Trickles down her lips
Staining scarlet
black sun
white moon
scarlet star
Sings in tune
A siren
Short black hair, raven
Eyes dark and deep
Against her pale white skin
Lips stained red from pomegranate
Full legs pick up in time
The tight ribs of her corset
Hugging her breasts
Draped in midnight blue silk
She was born as Delphine
But they knew her as Dove
Yet she resembled a swan
Ethereal and plump
Dove wore herself well
Neck stretched in vanity
Glowing clavicle etched
In pearls and jewels
Rosy mouth curved up
A Mona Lisa smile
Behind her teeth
tongue ghosting
the whisper of her thoughts
And so Dove peered
Through heavy lashes
The breath left like autumn winds
Bringing in the leaves
It smelled sweet and tart
Of pomegranates
A scarlet seed
For a scarlet star.
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Scarlet Star
Poetry[excerpt] When Dove beheld Ofelia, Her breath was stolen by slender brown fingers Pulling a string of melody to twist in her ebony curls Her brow arched to the ceiling A slight parting in Doves lips Were quickly hidden by her lace fan Ofelia di...
