I remember
her eyes:
sincere, yet deceptive,
intense, but far away;
her mouth:
spins sugar over words that
roll over her serpentine tongue.
She has a face that could launch a thousand armies
and that could sink a million ships.
And her body --
perfection incarnate.
Her skin radiates an unholy light,
every inch of her a testament
to the glory of a higher power.
She was the light that struck me blind.
The veil of darkness has been lifted.
Now I am enlightened.
The Whore of Damascus
2 comments :
I like it except for the "now I am enlightened" bit, because enlightened seems inaccurate.
Wow. Thank you for liking it. :-)
I kind of wanted it to come out as, "I thought she was the perfect woman, but now I've been enlightened that she is actually a whore.
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