Nesting

Ladies—
five in a row,
from shortest to tallest,
pantomiming signal strength bars.
Open
second,
enter the first.
Watch the ornate crimson
of one meld into another.
Open
the third,
enter second.
Do her expressive eyes
close when we can see them no more?
Open
the fourth,
enter the third.
Breasted rose buds, blossoms,
appear more intricately now.
Open
the fifth,
enter the fourth.
Hers, the most rosy cheeks
connected by delicate smile—
Nesting.

Written for the challenge CPC#10: Cinq-Cinquain.

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