Parted lips,

Crease into a shaking smile.

Her soft eyes closed in

Disapproving pride.

Her hands are made of chalk,

Punctured by blue rivers.

Beige cotton caresses

Her bent spine.

Wine stained lips,

Melt into a slender smile.

Her sharp eyes wide in

Understated calm.

Her hands are clothed in chalk,

Punctured by black highways.

Red satin carresses

Her straight spine.

Forever old.

Forever young.

Forever all and none.