She was the first sin made of flesh when no act of love was lewd or wicked before men and gods invented shame and virtue
hers were the fingers that carved the heart of every star and whose kiss set their fires ablaze to burn eternally in the vast emptiness of space to give us something beautiful to look up and pray to in the moments we can find no beauty within ourselves
and beauty is within her name and the colors of her eyes and lust and desire burst from her womb like a wild garden spilling over the universe to give life hunger and reason
and she carved out a small piece of her soul to give time a heartbeat and set eternity into motion and she is as old as she is young for she lives outside of the rules of deterioration and death
she is endless and kind and you felt the warmth of her breath in your lungs in your first gasp of air and you will know her again briefly as your take your last and hear the sound of her gently black wings carry you off to the place where stars are born and she carves you into a heart to float in the sky and comfort those who need to find beauty somewhere outside of themselves