Paper Doll

A beautiful woman, cold and dry inside, finds relief in loves touch

she wore her face

like crumpled paper

creased and folded

always tight


her paper lips

each crease dusted

with crumbled petals

firmly pressed


she stood her ground

in stilted posture

sharp fingers lifted

never rested


her crisp features

tucked and held

all tied together

like a doll


at His touch

her essence shifted

the binds within her

to unfold