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and I burn.

Warming Her Pearls

I dream about her

in my attic bed; picture her dancing

with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent

beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.

until evening

when I´ll brush her hair.

My mistress

bids me wear them,

She fans herself

whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering

each pearl.

I dust her shoulders with a rabbit´s foot,

watch the soft blush seep through her skin

like an indolent sigh.

warm them,

All night

I feel their absence

In her looking-glass

my red lips part as though I want to speak.

She´s beautiful.

I see

her every movement in my head.... Undressing,

taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching

for the case,

slipping naked into bed, the way

she always does....

And I lie here awake,

knowing the pearls are cooling even now

in the room where my mistress sleeps.

Full moon.

Her carriage brings her home.

At six, I place them

round her cool, white throat.

All day I think of her,

resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk

or taffeta, which gown tonight?

Slack on my neck, her rope.

Carol Ann Duffy

Next to my own skin, her pearls.

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