She paints her face in glitter, coal, and fire
Her hem is cut as short as can be
She totters on spikes that are sure to harm any
She lives for the brightness that comes at night
She sways and bobs under beating lights
The curve of her bloody lips
The rise and fall of her tanned chest
Turning her hideously beautiful face this way and that
It takes such a girl to exploit Nature’s gifts
A glance that feels heavy as shared love
A peek out of her curtain of dark curls
Then that crook of a finger, she knows you can’t resist
She doesn’t have to look over her shoulder once
Anyone would know that you will always follow
As one will always do
But it is in her faults, not yours that sin lies in
Pinned against walls, curled up in corners
Plotting who she will love tomorrow
And carrying the one she will love for always
And never have.
Your brother, your sister, your husband, your lover
She does not discriminate in those she steals for her own
And after all, who could resist such an archangel?