Dress me like poetry in silk stanza stockings,
in pearls of metered verse on a syllabic strand.
Brush rhythm through my hair and rhyme on my lashes,
and paint me in tones of syntax and sonnet sand.
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A rather clever use of poetic modes, leading to a sensual disrobing. This is certainly different, and shows a fine imagination and a fiery, sensual heart. David