The moon was in her boudoir last night.
The wind, her personal design assistant.
The clouds, her negligee and lingerie —
sensual silky streams grazing her
sienna glow.
The wind moving gauzy pieces in and out of view
and then, the partition
for the big reveal
as her radiant sienna takes on a citrine hue
while she rises.
As the moon ascends,
the tulle, the lace, the décolletage
float away
and she finds her place
on the stage glowing a brilliant lavender.
Leading the way home and into a dazzling lull.
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