I can't keep my eyes off
your legs in that black
dress that you wear
with hidden elegance
that appears on the edges
of your smile. Faint. Shining.

As your lips tremble
underneath my touch
I know I've been
blind before this
moment.

How can
one so delicate
and pretty, oh
so pretty, destroy
herself with each
and every glance
in broken mirrors
and shattered
glass.