Her bones smelled like petals of roses... Poetry

Her bones smelled like petals of roses
Her skin – a transcendent ivory cream
Lips – soaked with moist ocean
Reflected in her bottomless
Endless eyes – a vicious gleam.

Her hair – a delicate work of Gods,
Fingers tracing the remains of nights
Left to remember
And crave,
Meant to be touched
Her bones that would always lie fragile
On destroyed grounds
Of shameless peasants.