The silk smoothed against her skin.
how many fingers can she count then.
Baubles, beads, and bows array her neck-
For who knew she was so chic.
Her beauty was known from afar- dark and
lovely from Darfur.
She stands poised with a smile-
-behind her were the trials
crimson lips shaped like origami-
–bright as apple-red Fuji
Ah, lovely as bones- She spoke-
-let me have one more last look
Pirouettes and bows-one last twirl
–Oh-what a world