Musings by The Poet Loriet
Baptismal Bath
Swathed in a silk kimono
of the royalest blue,
embroidered with tradition,
a Geisha girl beats out a rhythm
with bamboo chopsticks,
reverberating starry sky.
She dances,
twirling and swaying
around the cusp
of the silvery moon,
hanging on a shooting star,
lost in a constellation
of unrealized dreams.
Her dark hair
tumbles free
caressing her hips
as she sways
in the glitter
of starlight
opalescence.
Exotic opiated
smoke tendrils
waft
thick with spirits.
Auras of swirling
colors
unify
suspended
in milky air.
Her kimono falls,
revealing creamy shoulders
and gentle bosom,
then pools
like cool ripples
upon frigid
marbled steps.
A shiver
permeates the
steam-filled
leafy fronds
of seduction's
fertility.
She dips her dainty feet,
tipped with nails of red
into bubbling water
as the tribal beat
cues her
to immerse fully,
leaving her soul
lurking
upon the surface,
floating
amongst lotus blossoms.
Dark water fills her lungs
with music,
sad and haunting.
The transformation
has begun
in
her immortal
search
for
purity.
Lori Beal
of the royalest blue,
embroidered with tradition,
a Geisha girl beats out a rhythm
with bamboo chopsticks,
reverberating starry sky.
She dances,
twirling and swaying
around the cusp
of the silvery moon,
hanging on a shooting star,
lost in a constellation
of unrealized dreams.
Her dark hair
tumbles free
caressing her hips
as she sways
in the glitter
of starlight
opalescence.
Exotic opiated
smoke tendrils
waft
thick with spirits.
Auras of swirling
colors
unify
suspended
in milky air.
Her kimono falls,
revealing creamy shoulders
and gentle bosom,
then pools
like cool ripples
upon frigid
marbled steps.
A shiver
permeates the
steam-filled
leafy fronds
of seduction's
fertility.
She dips her dainty feet,
tipped with nails of red
into bubbling water
as the tribal beat
cues her
to immerse fully,
leaving her soul
lurking
upon the surface,
floating
amongst lotus blossoms.
Dark water fills her lungs
with music,
sad and haunting.
The transformation
has begun
in
her immortal
search
for
purity.
Lori Beal
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Baptismal Bath
Baptismal Bath
