You're too loud for
your porcelain throat;
your rose blushed
china doll cheeks
crack each time you smile
-- just a little
That silk-smooth black
hair does nothing
to keep you warm in winter
but frames your face
in perpetually delicate contrast
Your words are hammers
Actions are sparks
as much a threat to yourself.
I'm not afraid of you, only
of when you come to life
and your expression never changes.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
You're too loud for
your porcelain throat;
your rose blushed
china doll cheeks
crack each time you smile
-- just a little
That silk-smooth black
hair does nothing
to keep you warm in winter
but frames your face
in perpetually delicate contrast
Your words are hammers
Actions are sparks
as much a threat to yourself.
I'm not afraid of you, only
of when you come to life
and your expression never changes.
Eyes glazed over
standing silent sentry
unaware that features
are only paint thin;
thinking a silk-shod body
makes you a princess
rather than a plaything.
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