She is draped in diaphanous chiffons
Accentuating mysterious under-shadows:
Commit them to your tactile memory
Interspersed with the fragrant hum
Of the whispering airconditioner-
Breathe in their stillness, deep,
As they fall, one by one, over her
As her eyes remain half-shut.
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