“Selina” a poem

Selina teases from behind her verdant gauze, 
a blushing sylvan mounting the hypaethral stage.
Assiduous votaries occlude all other thoughts,
filled with exuberance in their obeisance.
Stepping lightly from behind her translucent blind,
a refulgent sigil to which no sobriquet is worthy,
sheds her panoply and rises to the heavens,
while renascent voyeurs, awe-struck, stare.
Beauty that overpowers the  the resplendent vestment
of the celestial, stippled body arcs across the sky