She slowly slips out of
dark’s star-jeweled robe
to don, and then undress,
the orange rind bikini—
a blush as shameless
as Venus dimming—
and arrays—again, as slow as longing—
the vast blue skirt of the sun.
What is the pun in this riddle?
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She slowly slips out of
dark’s star-jeweled robe
to don, and then undress,
the orange rind bikini—
a blush as shameless
as Venus dimming—
and arrays—again, as slow as longing—
the vast blue skirt of the sun.
What is the pun in this riddle?