I will bathe in coconut
milk in the halfhearted
glow of a rainy
day through the skylight.
There will be the petals of a dozen orange
lilies f l o a t i n g in the water.
My legs will appear
milk in the halfhearted
glow of a rainy
day through the skylight.
There will be the petals of a dozen orange
lilies f l o a t i n g in the water.
My legs will appear
long
and
finely
toned.
My hair will float around me.
I will feel queenly.
Just lonely
enough to savor the minutes ticking
slowly by on the clock in the hallway,
which I will traverse while still dRiPPiNg tiny
afterthoughts of white on the gleaming wood,
orange petals still stuck to my thighs.
slowly by on the clock in the hallway,
which I will traverse while still dRiPPiNg tiny
afterthoughts of white on the gleaming wood,
orange petals still stuck to my thighs.
And then I will dress in a purple caftan,
BILLow ing like the wind against curtains,
and go and stand in the
garden under the trellis with the white roses.
I will pick one to tuck behind my ear.
I will untangle my wet hair with my
fingers while the rain blows a fine mist across my face.
BILLow ing like the wind against curtains,
and go and stand in the
garden under the trellis with the white roses.
I will pick one to tuck behind my ear.
I will untangle my wet hair with my
fingers while the rain blows a fine mist across my face.
Think of the picture it will make.
T.A.B. 4-28-13
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