the sun settles against the horizon , caressing her body in such tender rays / enveloping her in the sweetness of honeysuckle & myrrh , 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ---- drowsy & dreaming ( but she knows better , does she not ? she knows the whims of men , she knows their cruelty & their stupidity . 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 , she knows his charm , she knows his secrecy & his bloodied mouth ) her eyes remain open , gaze straying across the overlapping hues of green above her / body little more than an outline in the tall grasses ---- the thin white of her gown clinging to summer sweat . all in sweetness , all in delicacy , all in the spill of her white hair & the sprawl of her white limbs ( oh my darling monster , the things you have done to me / the ways you have come to me / the things you have taught me with your clever tongue & evil grin ) 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 , twisting & twisting & twisting until she cruelly rips it from the earth DEATH LAYS ITSELF BARE IN YOUR HANDS , DEAR MAIDEN ! queen already , princess on the precipice of a crown ---- she holds worlds in her hand already , magic in the sway of her fingertips , 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫
the sigh is pushed from her youthful lungs , lurching forward to peer around / a bleary gaze , 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 . so perhaps she is the fool , perhaps she is a girl caught in the throes of her own whimsy & want . but she is powerful , and she is demanding , and she will hold life & death’s delicate balance in her palms / 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 . she would let the world call her whatever she wished , so long as she could trick him into staying with her forever .
