Blissful mannequin

She sits with an immutable aura, 

So delicate as a milky cream rose petal, 

Yet present of a rigid and iron-like complacency 

She sits with an undivided focus of equanimity,

Like that of a pristine and quiescent pond 

in the frigid morning opaque fog 

Her tiger eyes so fervent with a ferocious passion, 

Her slightly parted lips a blood-like lusterous red

She sits as though time didn't exist,

As though the world was only a distant dream, 

Free of thought, devoid of weight, 

pardoned from the burden of life 

She sits, a blissful mannequin