the words weren't mine

with Naomi in motion putting on
the butterfly fires in Seduction Shows
spotlit under lime and the influence
them quayside exotics were of a piece
with all but the Worshipful Companies
supplications not being what you’d call
her kind of tryst nor much of a giggle

either the starch goes or I do for you

with a flourish and flash out of nowhere
first the Sheer Proximity then the songs
now the 81-girl Exhilirat!
even the impolitic afterhours
got up to picture their fading like flowers

for all the good that aping nature does