Exotica

I stare in awe at your crystal globe
watching a host of white goddesses
prancing as unicorns
my eyes are astonished
at your entrance of serenade
how can I reject your
whimsical seduction
when you dance upon
my face amorphous
melting on my warm skin
caressing my face
your appearance on
stage arrives in silence
moving about with such grace
falling every which way
all your partners cascade
gracefully, I hold out
my hands to join
not able to keep up
with this exotic ballet
the way you spun a
polar rug across the
dance floor as more
of your hosts join in
I'm covered in a
sculpure of cotton splendor
motionless into a milky
porcelain statue