In the Eyes of the Beholder

In the Eyes of the Beholder


Place me
-a stone nymph-
upon the veins of marble

shocking, proud
and shameless

Myriads of scented candles
have a way of making
even a sin seem


– I am no goddess –

yet he painted me
-a mixture of
sunshine, halo
and rosewater-


and I wondered
how can he not distinguish

a fallen angel
and a fallen


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