Ice cold mouth.
Stone pale features.
She's facing south.
Auburn hair flying back,
she sits down,
her voice cracks.
A single tear makes its way down her tinted cheek.
Suddenly, she seems meek.
Not anymore a reflection,
no more the setting sun,
a mirage of perfection.
She stands up.
With each moment the shadows change.
Dancing illusions across her face.
Draped in white,
But then, is she really?
The tear now kisses her collarbone.
Meanders down the marble smooth skin.
Leaves a lovely stain on her chin.
Sharp enough to be intimidating.
The pebbles, her feet are now scathing.
The golden mist now pricks the nape of her neck.
an internal wreck.
Afraid to overpower.
No longer wants to overbear.
No point of such beauty.
Beauty that can never compare.
One step back, one step forward.
He watches her from miles below.
Right on the edge.
The 'Goddess' ready to glide.
He turns around and walks off.