malachite eyes stare into a,porcelain
beauty
rumbling thunder as,hearts
beat
static touches break,cold
reposes
stoic she was ,a queen of
words
tinder homes,burning with
desire
magic sparkles,intuitive
glances
monochromatic shades,bannish the
colors
stark eyes of malachite,
hue
the only contrast to her pale
beauty
porcelain of smoothest color ,shattered glass
twists of fantasy, forced
reality
he comes from on high,she lays
low
distances immeasurable,bending
space
born at the instant,of the
beginning
strong as the sun,weak as the
moon
intent promises,whisperd
dreams
vows of ardent ferver,plans to
bring
skeletal arches,bound by
flesh
consumated in fire,sealed in
desires