The pleasing flesh opening
Like flowers exposed to the school buses-
On a palate of pure white
Marble,
As if on the steps to a museum we took a
Fieldtrip to in kindergarten,
And then just the sunlight kissing through the
Effluvious wings of
A dragonfly- until the invisible architect
Returns to the store,
And the ladies dance around them, kissing,
Bemused, their lips turning the color
Of lilacs or for-get-me-knots
Too busy to breathe, wondering what there is to buy.
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