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
Meant to be touched
Her bones that would always lie fragile
On destroyed grounds
Of shameless peasants.