shamelessly flaunt

every sensuous hue.

Roses fell into the lavender

then wove into coral clouds.

Soft tendrils fell loose,

caressing, teasing

the Sierra Nevada.

Rusted dust swirled

into ochre pearl thermals

flaying to nothingness.

Sky: a play of light-

immersed body, full

relishing of twilight’s brief touch.

Bouquets of phantasms scattered, turned

gradually to soft plush gray.

First star pierced the whispered skin

which did not bleed

but breathed, hummed

a lullaby

while all the pastels slept

in hidden beds

behind the many folds

of night’s layered drape.

© Copyright 2007 Susan M. Botich