La Dame En Or -The Lady In Gold

Her eyes were still moist,

Lips a trembling still.

Her skin glowed, 

Touched by a golden hue.

Draped in shimmering gold,

and russet, crimson, tangerine 

She swayed and shimmied,

Seducing all with

Her breathless beauty.

She knew she was the showstopper,

The cynosure of all eyes.

How could she not be?

She was a woman in her prime!

All voluptuous and blooming,

Beneficent and kind.

A penultimate, glorious kiss of time.