The Rapture Of Envy

She is an eye-stopper, a breath-catcher,
an apparition of exquisite beauty
a living object of transcendent ephemeral
presence as though an otherwordly being
casually walked out of one of those
sublime paintings by Alma-Tadema, a
creature of physical presence so
rapturously captivating one imagines
harps are being delicately plucked
alerting an angelic host to come and
behold the perfection to which rare
humanity can ascend. All eyes are
transfixed upon this woman, assuming
oblivion to her deliberately disruptive
presence, languidly strolling among
lesser mortals; she tall, willowy, blond 
hair coiffed to perfection, features set
in absolute symmetry, nature's finest
creation. Men and women alike
admire her poise, her meticulous costume,
gracious presence and loveliness,
absolutely delectable to the former,
utterly detestable, the challenged latter.