sharp weapons

As we sailed the fast river of Rhône the steady sun bleached it a sparkling gold like the treasures of Caesar’s kingdom A curtain of fawn-silken tackle, shaded back the fervidly garish star scatter, and cooling flower-scented airs tickled the senses like touching down-soft silk "zhuang hong zhuang sheng" (Chinese) “Put on airs’ - Peter and I are Gatsby gilded. Why not dress - on luminous forenoons? Pick a heart, any heart and prick it, sharply, with the sight of a handsome man. I yet breathless, breathe What weapon is sharper than libido? I defend myself, with fashion’s sartorial sparkle. Frankly, I was hoping for something passively erotic, you know, foment a false perception - dazzle with fancy outwork to tip the cosmic balance Men will witness what they believe . . song for this: Desperately Trying by Club des Belugas, Anna Luca