Purple

Lying on the beach

Like an hourglass

Out of heaven

Cast down in

Undoubted splendor

The slouching goddess

Garmented in light

Paler yet there

Her all too evident maturity

Concealed in dead silence

Delusive delicious daring

As contemptuously beautiful

As a temple mask

My fine fishermaid

With the air of an empress

And a wave of command

Go and wash this filthy whiteness

In the dissolving blue yes

Golden hazed and exquisitely scented

Hasty and careless yet

The cynosure of the future

The glowing center of a mystery

That rises and falls

Under the purple polka dots

Of her bikini