The black hair was
A glistening wave
Down, down her
Curving back.
Her lips so red
And tender
With pressing.
Eyes so old
And flaunted with kohl.
Hear the enticing
Tingle of bracelets
And a fringe of
Immoral bells….
Scarlet woman, scarlet woman,
We do not want your wares.
She bent her brazen
Mouth so close;
“The Lord will bless you”
She dropped the
Cord and in the dark
Her heat burned
Brighter than the sun.
True beauty dressed
In scarlet veils
And faith within
A harlot’s skin.
Faith so strong,
So beautiful,
So true,
Covered arms
And painted eyes—
“God bless you too”
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