the sleek
cool marble
chills run
down
the stone
delineations
and curvatures
of fine hands
and legs
white and pure
her eyes
blue
a fountain of youth
i wish i could bathe in it
forever
her blank gaze
from vacant
rolling ball
sockets
falls dreamlessly
into the oblivion
tinkles of music
hum and drone
noiselessly
like spoons
clattering to
the unforgiving ground
her cold heart
exposed
as she reclines,
back arched
ever so slightly
she is without
her soul and mind
the marble
her master
keeps her confined-
her own timeless paradigm
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
the sleek
cool marble
chills run
down
the stone
delineations
and curvatures
of fine hands
and legs
white and pure
her eyes
blue
a fountain of youth
i wish i could bathe in it
forever
her blank gaze
from vacant
rolling ball
sockets
falls dreamlessly
into the oblivion
tinkles of music
hum and drone
noiselessly
like spoons
clattering to
the unforgiving ground
her cold heart
exposed
as she reclines,
back arched
ever so slightly
she is without
her soul and mind
the marble
her master
keeps her confined-
her own timeless paradigm
a late night release...
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