She is red, vibrant,
Pulsing to be seen,
To be held and caressed.
She is a petal releasing fragrance -
Deep, scarlet scent;
Will he notice?
Will he be pleased?
Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs.
She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still,
to uphold her crumbling strength.
He is a god!
A golden god.
Her soul is bruised with his beauty.