An interesting façade she puts forth.   Curious, how she covers up in that see through manner.   She lays nude in shame.   She was worn once; never again.   I lay watching, quenching this flawless frown; this divine last breath.   She fought for her shame (in shame).   She was worn twice; never again.   I stay (staying for). Waiting.   Anticipating this flawless frown; this divine last breath.   A simple task, so difficult.   In this dream-like gaze I remember what happened.   The cracks in skin -- the taste of yesterday.   A tilted smile (awry),   with a glint of disbelief was met by destiny.