he had sex with an otherworldly nymph cloistered in her sensuallyunfurling chrysalis

                                                                                            coloured mother-of-pearl

oystershell  although it was exoticallyerotically supple  pliable    near gelatinous

above them on a shallow dais was a lined seated chorus of handsome women dressed in diaphanous gowns elegant thin robes slipped from their shoulders heldgathered at their biceps  crooks of their elbows

seemed to himthough he was incuriousconcentrated they were performing

                                                                              she was obliviousperhaps one of them their twining bodies the shimmeringpliant carapace reflecting in the sheen off the face of the dais the sheen of the rounded faceted exquisitelyhammered shell surrounding them

her skin felt like talcum

albino

      startling oceanicblues eyes

sinuous  clutching

                    moved like an octopus

   fullfilled exhausted   spent

                                     they fell asleep

just before he did

                      he wondered if hed wake

      

AM,  Thursday – Thanksgiving,  23  11. 23

1048,  Saturday,  25  11. 23