Perfume's scent to mask the air
of the arising sexuality
A laced doily
to line traditionality
A hair brush
to smooth femininity
A toothbrush and paste
to push perfectionism
Melted wax,
a Tabula Rasa imprinted from time
An enchanted mirror
that reflects this soul of mine-
Many doors, of possibilities,
and many bared from before.
Spun of course,
by a mathematical artist,
M.C.Escher.
If you missed me here,
then you might never see me.
And a snuffed wick
to finish this foggy glimpse.
