Analysis of Thursday Jane

In between hues of red and yellow
Her silk kimono faded flapping
Drapes the bent limbs of my willow.
Now a doe-skinned room divider,
A Pirouetteing pistolate
Shifting water colors
Making Narwhal fill my pool
And course among the padded lilies.
Spearing buds with ivory tusks
Memories of mating rise
Like ripples in the morning waters
Her dark skinned body wades
And wanders in my windowpane
Before submerging
In hues of red and yellow