Crimson
Satin tresses
flow
in mellifluous splendour
across
the dim and sullen
bedclothes.
Sparkles of sunlight
play
irreverently
amidst
the spectacle,
dancing carelessly
from lock to ringlet
as
gold chases gold
in endless
peek-a-boo.
Diamonds clamour
in jealous protest
at the indignity,
challenging
the bearer
of such riches
to account
for their presumption.
But,
the bearer
no longer
answers
to the affairs
of gold and sunlight
and
would direct them
(if she could)
to consult
the crimson droplets
at her
temple.