She Sleeps In Dreams

She is sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty, secure, safely sequestered in seclusion; sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude she sleeps, a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette silenced in the stillness of somberness, sinless seer, savoring simplistic, soothed in shadowy shades of night. she teeters titillated, transparent in tranquil twilight, twinkling tangibility, a trembling in tenacious transition, thoughtful trepidation, turning trophies to tantalizing treasures. She exists exaggerated expose' of effortless excised evenings effused in embellished effervescent eloquence, edgy enamored edicts, elated egotistical empowerment, she wanders wistfully where the wonders of a whirlwind wanting world waits, wrapping wordsmithing into whimsical warbled wakings, wishful wisdom with warm-hearted whistlings of womanhood; she clutches coddling childlike care, carvings cast and chastised in cumulous clouded circles, cohesive cycles of confident contented cerebral communion; she dances drifting in decreed danglings, dark, dangerous, delicious purple plagued palettes of perceptive pewtered perfection lavender lust, listless languishing lucid, luminous lilies, there at last, she finds inner evolution, deepest peace, lasting rest and so she sleeps within her dreams.