i.
sea shells (un)polished
with the cr-ash-ing saltwater,
pearls swelling within,
& construction
altogether skeletal
pressed (marble) powder
for skin, smelling
of lilac, soap,
& (saccharine)
virginity

ii.
with doves overhead
& miracles sprouting
from your fingertips,

iii.
the barette clinging
(crookedly)
onto your curls
glints in the dusklight
you, my seraph,
radiate
with wings of mooncinders
& a halo(ed) chastity belt
woven around your thighs

iv.
you bless this grove
with a single star
tumbling overhead