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 barely-visible,
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
which
speaks so little of the effort
that
it took to look so natural
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