Ripples of the haze

Diaphanous silk
conforms to the ripples of your body
an innate visceral joy rustles within
and juices churn

this dust, of a dreary keep
leaves no blemish upon such
allow me the innocence of solitude
to breathe deeply of chaste glory

contented now?
let but to wonder, anon
of a tempered time piece, seen from without
salt laden sweat glows