Wearing Lucien Pellat-Finet
Luciferian escapades, finery-draped;
Dreaming lately of silk-cased arms raised, “You finally came!”
They meant ballroom masks. I thought slashers, Jason.
Glitz a ballroom’s hinting cant, truth adjacent
Decanting
To alchemist-gladdening purity
The dancing marvels.
Heels printed
Expensive glyphs
On light-lifted marble.
Fig fanned on the divan
Whatever poem she picked at
Occupied in her pad
But a broadleaf’s span
Yet my world scrambled
The works incomparable.
Alchemisland 
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