~ Esmeralda ~
'Neath chartreuse realms of fostered trees,
I felt commotion in the breeze;
An angel strolled, all wrapped in skin,
Who made the thunder roll within.
Pearled graceful neck 'bove slender ankle,
Sheened cocoa eyne o'er noonlit mantle;
Wert saunt'ring thro' a primrose fair,
With cups of butter in her hair.
Hewn silkened calf in promenade,
'Twere chauffered by her smitten bard;
Wisped gauzen dress, abandon taught
His peaked imagination, caught.
Dewed tinctured lips of noble Greek,
Sought crimson parchment's claret cheek;
I blinked upon my precious one,
Blinked once again; thence she was gone.