| Venus bound and mesmerized by long and flowing uncurled black, each strand like the silk from the violin's back. she's the vision of venus; a goddess of brazen beauty, a sculpture of delicate softness lips colored slightly dark(red) pursed and grinned, have left their mark (on my cheek, in a dream) i close my eyes and inhale every word She speaks, and i taste every moment She gives me i stutter in her presence, she's far above me, out of reach; with a depth measured in eternity, her symbol is a shape which creates confusion (in a heavenly way) a door of innocence -a child- offered a glimpse to the tranquility of her soul. a divine woman was hidden under the most deluded and elegant form- of love |