Cliche Beauty

Hair, golden ribbons of silk,

falling elegantly like water,
designs with copious details,
pure, like a princess's’ daughter

Eyebrows artistically crafted,
they were ravishing bent bows,
skilfully gentle and bold,
like an arched stem of a rose

Eyes, scintillating sapphires,
oceans swimming around,
sharp enough to torment,
deep enough to be drowned.

Lips, tasting scarlet blood,
too brittle to steal a kiss,
too wicked to form a smile,
as a serpent’s menacing hiss

Skin, delicate and clear
as soft as a piano’s song,
it puts the sweet into sugar,
not a blister to make it go wrong

Dress, as red as her lips,
red wine tasting her body,
tart wine as bitter as she,
her beauty completely embodied

Heels, the empire state,
too thin and way too steep
fresher than New York City
the city that never sleeps