Friday, January 10

Perfumery

PERFUMERY
Nectar of the noon pastels,
Pinks and mints and buttercups.
Lace-draped laughs whose
Bosoms swell
Fan themselves with glass teacups.
Glitter sparks in pale sunbeams;
Warmth unfolds a syrup scent.
Sweetened gasps undo the seams--
This perfumery is spent.

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