dream

I dream in seamless bolts of silk                                slammed

on wooden counters      catching slivered mahogany

unfurled  gallantly with a movement of the wrist

Tyrian purple extracted from sea

snails

greatly prized, said the overseer of dry goods, as it does not fade its colour, but becomes,( in whispers, like your beauty), more intense with stormy wind and rain and heat of  sun

and lime green in folds beside,  to complement                                 a dress

of such proportions

that living things will gratefully die to reach such

immortality