Fragments of Eve

She is a princess on the
Riverbank, dancing barefoot in
Her crown of flowers.
Willows bend and cottonwoods
Sigh at her command.

She is an innocent temptress
In pink lipstick and black tights
Dancing in the smoky haze
Of booze and Beatles.
She wears her attitude like
Her earrings, subtle and tasteful
And unmatched.

She is a contradictory saint
Flash and fire and forgiveness
Flowing from her eyes.
She transfigures her wounds
Into a crusade, balancing her
Purity with a wicked smile.

She is a gift, unopened and
Unclaimed, something precious
Made with unseen hands.
Alone with only words and sky
She sings what everyone can hear
In the hopes that one will understand