Crucified Beauty

She stands tall on high heels

of patent leather
with red curly chin length hair
and wings outstretched.
One knee slightly bent,
standing on one foot,
she’s overexposed and underdressed.
The backdrop is blurred, “focus on these “she says.
Hard, I find myself staring back not looking past,
but straight ahead.
Painted lips, brushed eyebrows,
thin neck and waist,
swollen breasts fall gently as black lace covers passions fruit.
A white light frames this crucified beauty come for me.
Oh, if I should not wake,
let me linger here for a moment with my angel.

 

Robert

2016