Princess

[langua]

And I had looked on beauties before
all golden and white.
And yet she was beauty's own bearer
a thorn among belles
a gnash in the land
Dark, coarse hair,
blemished skin.
No buttermilk voice,
curdled cream skin.
For all beauties have cream complexions
she is no exception.

Those prominent eyebrows,
deep,
heavy set,
power.
I had to look
to go on staring.
How else could I appease my wanting?

And yet she was beauty's own bearer.
Serious and dark.
No field of copper wheat did stir about her crown on breezy days.
Blackened, blighted crops,
a crow's nest at best.

The old women see the crone in her
Stooped and malformed.
Forever old,
ageless as the Gods.
Hell's bearer of beauties

My love
My princess
My burden