she stood <br /> away from the darkened door <br /> in a robe <br /> encompassing the soul-less <br /> life of a planet <br /> <br />fire burnt <br /> her hair into the dark <br /> from the light <br /> passing through a lifeless <br /> door of a world <br /> <br />she alone <br /> her life built so full <br /> off the feasts <br /> actioning around her motionless <br /> aura of lights and darks <br /> <br />this room <br /> her room and only world <br /> of what she made <br /> staying there in the loneliness <br /> purity of a virgin<br /><br />stan pelfrey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/317-woman/
