alabaster and alacrity

it was as if she was carved of alabaster
a milky white gypsum appearance
swirls around the room leading back to her
smoothed over her curves, her imperfections
are lovely, translucent, and mineral
overcome with an aura, an essence of alacrity

you are ready to leave her behind
readily loving your own essence, carefully
picking battles, friends, foes, wonders
but in the foreground, as you walk
leave alabaster-stained footprints, there
for others to admire

with alacrity

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