She looks like a famous model, wild and outre.
With the same dark eyes and sharp edged face.
With the same smoke and mad, devouring love.
She works here now, having come from The Plateau.
Her voice is high and honeyed, with that proud accent.
Southern girl, a child of the wilderness and the forest.
She is loving and warm, a bright yellow sun in the sky.
Not like The Model who is cold and red and so distant.
Not like the hunger in that flesh, to devour any feeling.
And I love her, seeing her laugh, and the smiles she gives.
The love that pours out of her like saturated honeycomb.
The sweet angel in a demon’s skin, all the worlds I want.