Annabel

Dark auburn mane, a sanguine smile,
with her lithe opaque hand, blue veins
showing through, a tributary of blood
flowing to her fingertips, she knocks on
doors carved from ancient wood. Once inside
she only sees a vaulted ceiling. Standing erect,
black stockings running from her hips to her toes
with a coquette voice and bony fingers she taps
on mansions owned by men once inside
she only sees the wealth looking up.