Virgo and Vixen

The modeled façade masks a tragedy in black and white
both eternally captured in their forced awkward embrace          
Each wounded by her own brand of exploited betrayal  
All the colors of hope and joy bled dry                                             
                                                 
Her ivory skin is painted flawless cream and shadow      
crowned with a simple coiffed elegance most deferring      
Vacant eyes do their job as she gazes out beyond today      
Moist lips hold dutifully silent, trapping volcanic words                                               
                                                 
Puffed and preened this fox knows no green meadows      
Instead born and bred to live her life as a mere prop      
Her clear eyes dare to defy with a sad questioning anger      
as the mannequin body rests limp in languid resignation                                                
                                                 
Enduring interminable posturing, still torture you drift                   
into dreams of girlhood reveries buried and secret                        
Being who you are within instead of only their fantasy                        
To be wrapped warm and safe in real love and total acceptance                                                
                                                 
All the while the diamonds shout sparkling perfection                        
always the bauble upstart centerpiece stealing the show                        
Dangling plumb like, turned just so to twinkle and seduce                        
Forever cold and gaudy but still your raison d'être ... for now