Byron Called Me Beautiful

She walks in beauty like her night
Beneath the rising jealous moon
On ginger toes
And all her guiness skinned glory
She used to be midnight
Now she's off white
All light
Skin and bones
Her black bones alabaster African cocktails
Mixed and made
To make her ginger flavored used to be guiness flesh tipsy
And thirst worthy
Her skin be no longer mouthwateringly smooth and dark and sweet
But a glittering gold
No more beautiful and just as treasured
No more strong and just as bruised
No more battered and just as used
No more black and just as royal
In all its glory and glow and used to be guiness wonder
Her breath be like the wandering morning air
That plays in the spaces between her fingers
The jealous moon falls
Wishing the sun away before it's time

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