She models With nothing but her earrings on. Gold tendrils Dancing across her shoulders Lost in a sea of black curls. Her beauty Is that of an angel. A halo Of sheer radiance Glistening around her wings. Her body Is that of a woman. Lost In unmarked territory along open winding passageways that God Didn't even create a roadmap for. She can fly, He said. The only eyes to witness were her's and God's And the eyes gazing back at her through the mirror Watching her model With nothing but her earrings on. Gold tendrils Dancing across her shoulders Lost in a sea of black curls.