Modern Juliet

Little tiny statuette
With skin as blue moon's haze
Eyes fashioned out of blackest night
Staring out into an eternal gaze

Lovely little feet
Enveloped in soft leather tied
Complimenting firm poplar limbs
Crafted from the finest Italian hide

Perfect minute torso
Wrapped snugly in a bodice black
Accentuating cloned apple bosoms
Meshing into her carved slender back

Dainty toned arms
Spreading forth as tendrils from a web
Hand unknowingly grazing a blade of grass
As the other cups her weary head

Defined structured face
Cheeks reaching past towards stars above
Eyes glistening past visions of mascara black
Lips parted in whispers of final love

My modern Juliet
Where has your Romeo gone?
You lie in freshly squeezed blood
What death has your lover drawn?