By *pn* sopheia delleon
Date: 6 March 2001
Delicate Blanche's Debut as Stella for Star
No feigning the sun's harbouring shards of light
To rest and twinkle on the lenses’ plight
Above and below the threshold glass,
A most rosie tint and colour’s fast
My glare is fluted into a sharpened gaze
I fancy my Love in all his ways
And as these magnificent tints uphold
Their animation that fondness folds.
May I say, ‘Oh love
You once were a cherubim’s harp
With words of silken but truthful remark
And as your compliments took folly in my cheeks
Their ruddiness burning as tempered leeks
May I say ‘Oh love
You can be seen still on a highest aura
A cloud lost in blue pinnacles of midnights’ fodder
Amidst an angel robed in swaths of crisp ribbon
Their laces orbiting around your waist
In silver white chiffon
May I say ‘Oh love’
I once was your gold-skirted fairie
Gliding across the grass of Belle Reve’s plains in a hurry
To meet you there in our meeting lair
Where we melted our lips and voices no less
A time we seem to have forgotten at best.
No feigning the light resembling a darkness
As it fell upon my peeling eyelids
Peeling my love away from all sight
To reveal my Love in all his might
Floundering about with a brutish air
Feet propped up on a high backed chair
The smell of his body, and the sweat that eludes
The masculine scent in which my breath does brood
Eyes to wonder and smell to ignite
Touch to encumber instead of alight
My love, my husband, today is what I see
The charms from my rose-coloured glasses set free
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