she moves in her mind

She moves in her mind.
To move you she becomes a goddess.
Teeth on lip
makes you think you want her.
You don’t.
She is Promethea to another man’s brush.
Standing tall under his stars,
her home is there.
Under a wild sky
of black, purple,
and midnight blue,
colors swirl in her mind,
the hues that keep her intoxicated with his eyes.
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