Purple as the velvet night,
webbed stockings crawl up her thigh,
resting their elastic band
around a pouty, cream waist.
Blue curtains draw to a close,
masking the theatrical event
occurring in between her meaty legs.
She walks to the open window,
bare-breasted in the navy blue mini-skirt,
cars whisk by the nearby road
wheeling a cold rush of air through
the web around her garden.
Autumn breeze reaches her
pink-painted lips, cracking them into a smile.
waterfalls of green silk splash
upon her crisp pale skin,
evening light blesses her forehead
while moving toward the other side of the world.
nightfall begins its ascent,
the first star in pink hazy sky,
she blows a kiss, slips
red flats on her feet,
and floats to meet Love.
woven under purple thread
lies a most beautiful sunset,
waiting to rise on the other side of the world.
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