Cascading chiffon under
a mirage of intricate lace work,
of delicate fabric on fabric,
on skin, soft skin.
An illusion of rippling ribbons:
satins and silks.
An opaque curtain of grace and beauty.
A gentle moment of memories being made.
The waterfall of light,
luminous illusion,
strokes the shoulders,
hips and thighs.
It rests, like a babe's head,
upon the palm of your hand,
runs through your fingers,
like fine sand, and
flutters as you turn in reflected joy.
There's a resonating hush.
Astonishing.
Crystal stitching clutches
like diamond encrusted chokers.
Webbing grasps hands
and holds this masterpiece together.
Holding it together,
you gasp at the glorious vision beheld.
You are a vision.
Glittering gems
iridescent in the spotlights.
Sparkling smiles
twinkle in your eyes.
Majestic, as a swan.
Understatedly beautiful.
A cherub in a champagne cloak;
a gift from heaven.
Literary killings: I am literally penning a poem every week for a year. Inspiration is taken from various poets (see labels on each poem).
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