using her vessel to tent
beauty
itself
it is inaccessible
she blows an anise kiss
to the moon
winsome scented shadow
faint fragrance of desire
faded limitation renders
petals on the breeze
like memories
on a morning that awaits the sun
the night speaks through silent
tones
sounds quiver with ashen moonlight
that filter through a vase of bluish glass
while recollection is chastising
her flowing hemmed canopy
a carapace of lace
a purple gathering
finely curved by its intention