Beautiful

Joie de vivre not in the neckline,
Columbian, its project complemented
by a butterfly on the neck, the skin
not broached just coloured
the pigment sucked to the surface,
not in the nervous shift
of the bride-to-be's feet
just three days and one afternoon from the wedding.
Looking, one can really say it has dawned on her.
The penetrating eyesight of a Russian girl
her lupine forehead
smooth and rounded as a saddle
the looking and not-looking
at the thousand blessings
the sound of air
sucked through the throat
on breaking the water's surface
its roughness.
One foot tested the pool for warmth,
both eyes surveyed its depths.