Aftertaste

As beauty that lacks narrative,

I’m lost in wordless grace:

One that your gaze holds -and it does-

Faithful lavender haze!

Seducing your flaws to be shown, 

displayed: they ought to be-

the lies you wore, take them all off, 

and amuse some of me.

Edging the fallout we deserve,

as a delicious oath? 

To pleasure what we dare provoke:

a privilege we know.