To Rosemary
With thin black lace on pearl-pale skin,
Her beauty hiding here and yet revealed
While flirting sweetly with her nakedness
So close and yet concealed.
She lies in webs of shadows that
Embrace her soft, enthralling form,
Embodiment of Beauty, now
Much more ideal by being real.
Could I but place a trembling kiss
Upon her wryly smiling lips,
And place my daring hands
Upon her fine and supple hips?
Though how and why Beauty has come
And taken shape in soft black lace
I cannot fathom or begin to guess,
I stand and gaze into her glowing face
And touch her body bathed in light
Like day that bears the touch of night.
Image credit: tonynetone, from Wikimedia Commons, under a Creative Commons License.
