Paler than the oceans opaline tears-

Ancestor of glacial ridges

and

Alabaster outcroppings.

These spun silken scales wrap
this curving- shaped-like-time
hipster figured

said creature.

'It be a Girl-
breast contra bow!'

Like a siren on the dusty horizon
or as mythical in the least.
Leering at such a feeble man-frame.

'As I am a Titanide of Gypsum Lunar Lull,
in all of Gaia's verdant nectar spin
round my eyes, mote thy knowledge-
for I am gift of Woman!
A girl, be unripened fruit.

A man who plucks the immature crop,
encounters unsavory aroma and
a juice-less harvest.'