Rococo Seduction

O lady, banish my monochrome days and weave your coppery threads into a dim red florescence of coyote words; There you stand draped in beige chiffon against the Tomistic piety of a striptease sea continuously playing with creamy pastels, O lady, gallantly unleash your plump cherubs and licentious cats with that Guerlain je-ne-sais-quoi witchery of your vanilla perfume darts; throw a rain-soaked dusty rose like Madame Pompadour, I am flying into the sugary abyss of setting suns, My whole world is tinted in Bouchet’s Prussian blue and silks of flickering coral as the dragons keep fighting in the heavens to bring us April showers and champagne pearls.