if I could fashion a
fashion from fashion
your fabric fluttered
over my chest
styled slacks pressed
the length of Chelsea
shapely shadows
arrayed over cheekbones
shutters would close
on our revelations
hair askew, damp in
rouge-red blood-flow
a fashion past the lips of limitation
defined not to
distinguish or over-vogue
but to green silk
that had been dusky
and to tease out each
stark blue
behind eye-lined,
sky-lined walls of rigidity
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