Adornment
Admire the blank and empty canvas
Upon which delicate brush-strokes have been drawn
As if to create a pretty picture, an illusion
There, across her angled shoulders
A golden sash, lightly drawn
An elegant sweep of colour
Upon the whiteness of her milky flesh
There, around her neck
A delicate filigree thread
Suspends a single diamond
Upon the gossamer muslin
Above her gently-rising breast
There, along her naked arms
A rack of gilded circlets
Clicking, singing, cymbal-shimmering
Resonating to the movement of her body
There, on her slim and elegant fingers
Twine twisted delicate rings
Topaz-red in silvered settings
Jewelled in harmony
With her carmined nails
There, on her perfect pallid face
Along the nape and cheekbone
Lie invisible, tiny blonde hairs
And from the faintest pinkness
Of shapely ear-lobes
Hang heavy hoops of gold
There, up to the very edges of her pretty mouth
Runs the lip-gloss painted line
A precise and perfect butterfly
Beneath the pertness of her nose
Sporting its tiny jewelled stud
And there, across her sculpted face
Sits her calm and cool expression
That speaks so little of the effort
That it took to look so natural
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