Eyes, wary from the sun

Hair tattered and worn

Skin silken like a rose petal.

“Hush” is the only thing she says

When asked what is on her mind.

Candles draw her in like a moth

Gives her the clarity she requires

In moments where she feels a little lost.

He noticed everything about her;

The way her eyes danced when she laughed

How broken pieces of her fit together beautifully

But not for a moment

Did he notice

She was nude.



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