a modern fantasy

in the somewhat disappointing absence
of intricate design and jewel inlay
in my cookware, of lace lattice
in my non existent curtains
a short supply of opal earrings
that catch the light just so
no swish of silk behind me
catching at doorstops
as I progress from room to room
I find daily entertainment
in imaginary conversation
with complete strangers
excuse me, good sir
would you think me
culturally or religiously offensive
if I asked you how long
it takes to shampoo and condition
your lovely flowing beard
till it gets that fluffy, can I touch
oh you would? then I wont