Sitting in the dust, soul at a lean
Heart blistered, eyes seep
All her feelings, hopes and dreams
Fathoms deep, hidden 'neath flutters of heartbeats.

Whispers slice through her cellophane skin
Tearing and gaping, flesh rattling in the frenzy
Cobwebby thoughts stretch in the raging wind
Acid tears of razor blades chafe skin dry and lacy.

Dime store mother of pearl, fragile beauty lies beneath
Plastic imitation, valueless iridescence
Liquid sorrows drip, bringing out faint gold leaf
A glimmer, a sheen, could it be true opalescence?

He emits stardust energy while his heart glows red
His kiss floats on wings of angels playing
And dancing over her skin as silken iron threads
Of tensile strength, woven bits of love layerings.

A master's hand guides the needle
Each painless piercing closes more flesh
Necessary surgery, not at all evil
The loom is not doom, but shuttles for love mesh.

He stands back and inspects his masterpiece
A kiss to smooth a frown, a caress upon her hair
Hand on his chin, love in his ease
Galatea, she's healed at last! Whole and inhaling ozonic air!

Quivering limbs of spiderweb silk threads
She tests her strength midst trembles,
Tentative pirouette, jette, plie, tilt head
A wink? Joie de vivre! Allons! Liberte! Cue cymbals!

Touched and guided by gentle sleight of power
The dust scurries from her path
The showers dare not shower this hour
A new creation dances in the aftermath, hold your breath, hear her laugh.

To those who have witnessed the rise to the living
So far from the ashes his phoenix has flown
So gifted of gifts the gift he has given
So far from destruction, she glistens and glows.