An ex-virgin transformed newly born, organism.
Strolling, almost at the end of dawn; where her
house is near. The air lifted her hair light as a
feather.
Shivery, she went inside and looked into the mirror
removed the brownish-red lipstick as she tasted
it. Washed with sea salt water the pale foundation
off her face.
Took off her wardrobe step into the warm milky
bath. She sat, imagined feeling it going into her
skin, into the bones and up to the cornea around
the eyeballs. Meditated out the window at the
white clouds until sundown.
Got out, wrapped her caramel skin, tempted as
eating with vanilla ice cream.
Gracefully walked slowly, sat at the table for two.
Poured her some hot orange-honey spice tea.
She relaxed after drinking it.
Stumbled into her bedroom, unwrapped herself
and slipped into the night grown. She slide into bed
until falling asleep.
Pitch black dark came, he walked in and stared at her.
As with his guilty conscious and a suitable frown.
He turned around went to the couch and laid his
ass down.
