I looked at her,
a sinuous tensile figure
trying to sustain the
one footed subjugation
of a gaping hole.
And she looked back,
those beckoning
intrigue blues,
tempting me to dive
and drown myself.
When I plucked her malleable spine
and lifted her high to my lips
wanting to melt into those blues,
she had already died
and there was standing
in front of me,
perfectly balanced
on the solid whole,
an exclamation personified !
