On Vivienne Westwood's S/S 2010 Collection Poem by Liyo Denorte

i just can't stand it,
not to look at her
those pouty lips
with a slapped tinge of red
pale looking skin
-a frozen porcelain
it stand out
like her hair, brushed up
electric wires of bronze and
golden circuits
she walked along the highway
of worldwide spreads
those thundering bolts
claiming every inch of her
walk walk walk
she does the catwalk
and those eyes
such incredible pair of eyes
pierced into the unknown viewer
who could have guessed
who could have known
she was born
under the daylight
or shivered by a lunatic sight
yet she has indeed,
the spotlight
amidst
the sea
of darkness