her most irresistible feature
is supreme confidence;
that she could wear practically anything
and start a whole new craze.
Sitting in her boudoir,
she delicately powders her nose—
a dusting of dawn’s first light,
blushes her cheeks with fresh dewdrop of rose,
and feathers a single stroke of sunlight
above each perfect cheek bone;
does up some killer smoky eyes–
indigo sky with silver flecks of stardust,
dabs her neck with dots of jasmine-scented rain,
dangles the stars and the moon
from her luscious earlobes,
sprays her hair with morning-mist
and gets out her special occasion party dress–
a dazzling cut of the Milky Way
hemmed with fireflies.
She drapes over her shoulders a shawl for evening,
gossamer, spun from the finest spider’s silk,
at the very last moment,
grabs the ocean,
strings it hastily around her neck,
leaving a wake of sun pearls and water crystals
as she runs out the door
for a very hot date.
And the whole Universe goes gaga.
~ by madlyinlovewithlife
From my collection of poetry, “Blowing Rings Around the Moon”
© 2010 madlyinlovewithlife
Blue Salvia: Dancing with Light; © 2012 madlyinlovewithlife