Today I feel deathly ill and delicious.
Pale as the horses and the clouds and their bone China.
And this morning I left the bare sheets behind in the creamy light
Exhausted, frail and gorgeous.
My feet are free and my hands are loose
So my head is floating away and my hair
Deftly brushing the stake in the heat
And my tongue is barely there and tastes too sweet.
And it is all made possible because I wore pearls today.