my favorite ******

Sweet, copper perfume
teasing—
me as I look
down
    at my beautiful
        Black Dahlia.
    
Sultry gleam of crimson
blood,        highlighting
her cold,
translucent skin.
Slowly—
moving

down,

outlining
her freshly,
carved smile.

Spilling,
no,
flowing out—
streams
of red rivers.
Leaving delicate    stains,
decorating
her grass     beds,
while hugging
each    
sec tion
of her
sep a ra ted
body.