Rue Morgue
by poet_ronin46
Her skin
a pale canvas
which bears
the art of many
Some the art of others
other her own
paint and shade
Scattered among paintings
sculptures that pierce
with rings of steel
Her body all fluid motion
and unexpected grace
Her form crafted of supple curves
which hint at secret delights
Her eyes deep rich chocolate
lying on a bed of vibrant color
Her smile effuses light
which brightens her laugh
a creature made of alabaster
and crafted of shadows
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