The Color of Her Linens

Night came like silk
across her lashes,

kissing cheekbones,
ever so slightly,
pressing soft against dreams.

Those cottonball clouds,
they sway, they sway,
like feminine hips;
like cotton candy
when it touches the tip
of the tongue,
melting away doubt.

She gazed out the window
amidst the mist
of their silhouettes,

and all she could see
was white.

~

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