electric-blue daisies
scatter across lycra and lace
she shields her eyes
from the morning’s glory

languid sighs contemplate every contour
of her spurious waste
too many years having left her
censured, unmoored

she feigns a coy gesture
removes her chemise
her halleluiah chorus oozes crisp clarity
ill-fitting decorum now unrestrained

exquisite bell-tones of make-believe
sublime realities come true at last
rhapsodies of love
reignite in smoke-purple rooms