Fatigued, though awake
resplendent in satin, Satine,
lovely, deliciously red
apples and oranges,
incomparable in fragility
in adroitness, adeptness
adoptability and frailty.

Static symbols showing
on porcelain skin, scars
spell out a name, a love
long lost forever, attraction
repulsion walking hand in hand
currency, money changing
wallets, billfolds maybe bras.

Exoticism, escapism by night
in oceans of whiskey and
fiery glances, love on your
lips and on mine and maybe,
just maybe on your neighbor’s
too. Conscious, aware of all,
surroundings, competitions
but most of all divinity clad
in luscious, ruby red satin,
Satine.