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The Unfolding

The Unfolding  
   
Reclined in Baroque splendor  
On her back    
Upon Jung’s red velvet divan  
Stilettos lifted to heaven  
   
Her All Hallows gossamer is a black rose  
In the midnight pool of satin  
Of her cocktail dress, gold sashed at the waist  
That she wears so, her skin can breathe    
When his questions make her sweat  
And her makeup just makes it worse  
But she would feel naked without it  
   
When she confesses that in her dreams  
She is the film noir archetype  
Of Dietrich in “Touch of Evil”  
Even Jung takes off his dinner jacket  
As she unfolds like a flamenco fan  
For the gypsy dance  
Of smoky secrets unveiled
Written by goldenmyst
Published | Edited 22nd Jan 2025
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