Goddess:
you gleam,
in hand-painted fairy tails,
a pixie,
poised
in pirouette
playing peekaboo,
in your gilded, sunglow
petticoat.
A buttery beacon,
bashful,
beneath its breezy lace...
boustier.
Golden,
as the dreaming dawn;
you dazzle, these ...
jaded,
jubilant blue eyes, like a blazing deity
as your doublecloth curtains,
divide,
and dance,
upon a distant draft,
and, then sweetly...
slowly,
unfurl, to the floor,
in a creamy chiffon.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
Goddess:
you gleam,
in hand-painted fairy tails,
a pixie,
poised
in pirouette
playing peekaboo,
in your gilded, sunglow
petticoat.
A buttery beacon,
bashful,
beneath its breezy lace...
boustier.
Golden,
as the dreaming dawn;
you dazzle, these ...
jaded,
jubilant blue eyes, like a blazing deity
as your doublecloth curtains,
divide,
and dance,
upon a distant draft,
and, then sweetly...
slowly,
unfurl, to the floor,
in a creamy chiffon.
I saw the prettiest yellow underwing moth; I have never seen such a thing, before, and so this piece, is what came, of that.
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