Fire roars in the background as she dresses….
I see the slow transformation of herself…
Like a beautiful photograph coming to life…
As she dresses I hear the rain outside my window…
I feel my blood distill itself…
Like a wild mythical creature she dresses…
She introduces her legs into her stockings…
Like crystal her shadow is against the wall…
The candles flicker, my blood boils…
Just throw a handful of diamonds on the floor…
My mind repeats the thought…
Let me save you beautiful creature…
My time is over, I can not touch her…
She’s still dressing as I slowly see her body transform…
Her body, a conquering ship that crosses waters…
Secret waters held deep inside each one of us…
Her soul full of corrosive trauma…
Her trauma adds to her beauty taking you places you’ve never gone before…
Hidden places locked deep, unimaginable to the average mind,
Hidden from the untrained mind, hidden from the naked eye…
Hidden from those too afraid to face themselves…
The room shakes under her commanding steps…
Like a Roman commander she owns the room, she owns you…
She turns around and smiles…
A smile so beautiful, tormented yet full of shine..
As if it had been painted by the crying brush of a tortured artist…
I can now feel the artist’s torture…
Let me save you cries my heart, but my lips won’t make a sound…
If I utter the words out loud, I know it will be our last time…
She looses her balance as her Jersey falls over her breasts..
I want to reach for her hand, but know I can’t…
A dark Jersey to match the darkest parts of her mind…
A golden metal looking skirt to match her light and her detachment…
A rainbow scarf brings life to her eyes as it chokes her while she smiles..
Seven times she rolls the scarf around her throat…
Seven laps o f pain…
Dark shadows, red lips, dark coal lines to highlight her eyes..
She looks up, she looks at me, she raises her eyebrows with pride…
Untouchable she is…
She lets you own her body but her soul has no master…
Do not get too close for her soul will own you…
What a beautiful torture dream she is…
She looks up at me and I know she sees deep inside of me…
Her beautiful big eyes hold a gaze as if beyond a grave…
Outside on the street the rain has stopped…
She puts on her black long heeled shoes which propel her figure…
And after one last contemplation of herself before the mirror..
I hear the resounding door as it opens and closes…
The she goes…She is now gone…
I get dressed quickly and ran after her…
Let me save you cries my soul…
Too late for I am only faced with the smell of dirt and grass…
Dirt and grass mixed with the delicate scent of her perfume…
Her scents reigns strong…strong and gentle…
Her aroma unquenchable regardless of her absence…
Her aroma brings order and peace to my soul…
I live to see you again once more…

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