My hair is not ebony black
Or golden caramel
To make your mouth water
My hair is a crimson flame
A burning red
Passionate fire
like blood fresh from a slaughter

My skin is not gold
Or sunkissed amber
Found by a lucky soul
My skin is pearly white
As the sandy beach
Licked by the powerful tide
But sensitive to the sun
And therefore only seen
At midnight

My eyes are not sapphires
Or deep forest lakes to dive into
My eyes are a darkened blue
like the dizzying midnight sky
Illuminated only by
A plethora of stars right above you