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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