The Goddess
Welcome to Your Sensual Saturday Poetry, with your hostess the Pueblo Poetess, Staring into racks of old dreams and new expectations colorful things with hidden stains in places only speaking of pasta. I turned the corner and came across her. I probably should not tell you this story here I go doubting myself again but the way I saw her to some would be called objectification. To me she was the muse I had been missing The ebony skin of eternal galaxies starlight vision A blue feathered earring. One hand on an orange summer dress, fingers hidden in a silky fabric the other a delicately sculpted set of phalanges bringing her phone past her perfectly aligned neck. A blue feathered earring fluttering. Thick Black Hair braided into a rose on the top of her head, like a fairy she sparkled Who needs a painting of a girl with a Pearl earring Here was a flawless ear & a blue feathered earring fluttering gently. She was midnight m...