Do not fear those eyes
as she glare deeply down
your soul
with those dark spot
A swirling pearly marble
Rolling out of its shedding shell.
A door to her room,
Not as faded or frail
Her tall bed
where she cares for best
Surely, she has not
a pair of lying lips
But oh, her white drawer
At one side, where
she rest her head to dream
Photographs smear about
Along the silky
white wall,
Her Jasmin jewelry
Neatly set, smothered
Her neck with jade
Though her eyes
An uninvited abyss
Buried like a raw
sullen seed.
