Saturday, June 14, 2008
A BELLADONNA CURVE (for girls with faces)
it was both harmony and melody
and seemingly enough
she didn't move.
on a catwalk
a Paris Red to Milan Blue
and the mouth
a lucsious point of succulent focus.
Then she turned her head in non-observance
like a force of nature.
She split passion into
love and addiction.
Head to shoulder
waist to toe
as she draped material of a hand crafted nature.
A wind caused by the catwalk blew in amusement
when she lifted her arms and called for our admiration.
Without a smile.
We confessed all of our sins that day.
Heaven help us
Hell be damned,
to give one such beauty.
She had brushed the trenches with perfection
the one purpose for living.
On the scene and on stride
like a sun rise
she turned back upon herself to leave a world
A Belladonna Curve by Shazza Nakim
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