Indian Goddess

sun baked skin of bronze soft, warm, inviting an open door smile that begs to be held invisible caresses her limbs are sturdy yet soft as dove's down with heart and soul of Solomon's song sung from lonely lips for she is a Goddess made in His image everyone is privy except her own mirror reflecting doubt many have dreamed hoped for a glimpse but she is weary from worn paths traveled upon Love's false map yet she remains a Goddess untouched and pure the miracle, her smile the tragedy, her past...... Written for Krupa (Grace)