when she least expected it
they threw her a party
it was a fabulously festive fete
decorated in lavish
ballooned festoonery
hued in iridescent luminosity
tinted in fairy twinkling stardust
there was no calendared occasion
for this carousel of carousing choruses
chambered in octet octaves
orchestrated by rocking seraphim
harmonizing with oceanic refrains
breezing on celestial whispers
sung in angelic dulcet tones
the banquet was catered
by Dionysian attendants
bearing fruits of Gaia’s garden
reaped under harvest moon
cornucopia’d on Celtic crystal
draughted with Ambrosia
dribbled fingertips to lips
the ambience was perfumed
with subtle scent selections
wafting hints of honeysuckle
floating through tunnels
of aromatic essence
fragranced in lavendered layers
spiced with redolent seduction
they decked her out in haute couture
choreographing costume changes
tantalizing skin softly
draped in diaphanous silks
bewinged of gossamer feathers
cloaks of cascading chiffon
her words outdid themselves
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