For real: an impossible silk dress,
aged and unlarvaed.
And for the lady, a zinc compact,
which will open wide
into knowing.
For actual love, one must keep
the lips parted,
formally welcome
curls of breeze
to gums and teeth.
For beauty! sings the sun as it oranges
the bricks. Sings
the foraged carmine on the
red cheek's crown.
Fortune favors the gorgeous, so bless
this range of offerings. Help us
force the horseman's eye.
