Catch Her in the Eye

In the facade of her skin
is not her story
but know that she is made
of chalk and glass and sin
her beetle smile hums slow
in crooked noises
her voice fades
like pins dropped
on a tessellated floor
and kisses burn like
pangs of jellyfish.

Her beauty...

because sometimes words fail
and ruin instead
catch her in the eye,
curb her in blinks,
breathe, turn and return.