Eternity; the inner core,
the essence of her secret door.
Neglected,... wasted.

lips kissed with balm,
skin prepped so smooth,
yet the components that comprise her soul
not visible.

The gentle ten are tickled in pink,
her blackened lashes hypnotically glance,
yet beyond the glitz there is no one,
her shadow alone left to dance.

She unwraps her cloak of vanity,
naked without her shield,
something substantial finally revealed.

Eternity; the inner core,
the essence of her secret door,
no longer neglected...no longer wasted.

12/14/2009

Posted on 01/25/2010
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