Godess

These straps
hold too much in
the fair beauty
of a maiden's skin

This fabric
has so much to hide
too delicate to harm
not made for mortal eyes

Her shape
etched from milky white stone
too easy to break
if it grows to cold

Her eyes
painted gray
as if her soul
hid a star in its place

Her voice
whispered by her lips
too gentle
to deceive you with a kiss

Her hair rippled
like a sun ray
thinner and softer
than any of the fey

too beautiful to be a shadow
too kind to stay
too numb she left you
as her hand slipped away