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)
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