Eight times so beautiful
That’s how fair she was
And he was the first to know it.
He met her only once
On that silver summer night
Under the silent trees
In the hours before dawn.
She had obsidian eyes to hold his reflection
And slender legs to rub against his,
A ruby mouth, and fine, fine hair
And silk she’d weave so splendidly
As her nightly work.
She wove for him this silvery castle
Making a home for him to find.
And when he arrived
She gladly spun him up to her
Under an impartial moon.
No one saw, no one knew
He made love to her and died.
Kept it to himself
How complete he felt,
And how the light made her look
So ripe, so radiant
Eight times so beautiful.
About the Creator
Jason J. Marchi
Jason is a newspaper reporter and fiction writer. His books include: Ode on a Martian Urn, The Legend of Hobbomock-The Sleeping Giant, The Growing Sweater, and Venus Remembered. Jason lives in his childhood home, in Guilford, Connecticut.
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