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She sits across in the room on a custom made Durian sofa
with burnished tiger print
her three diamond pendants shine softly
in the dim riot
She
-thrusts herself once
-toys with her silken curls
-snaps her manicured fingers
-puckers her glossy lips
-takes out the small mirror
that reads DKNY in black
She
daubs-brightens-highlights
mascara-lycra-extra-ultra
She
-shifts her weight
-pulls her top and shakes
-pretends pretending to
read Women's era-
Probably bored beyond return she crosses her leg again-
checks her Tablet and goes on to stare in my direction
cause every other table is occupied and there is a couple
everywhere else
The whole place looks like a rotten-god-forsaken scam
from behind my dark glasses
I must not have blinked in five minutes cause she starts
to form a halo-steams up and I close my eyes finally as
two warm drops of tear fill in ancient billabong-succumbing
to gravity and in that moment I want to write a love poem
but it wont come to me which is just bad-almost acliche
the waiter brings my bill and hands me a tissue paper which
says-in-translucent-bright-pink-the-words-in-caps-f a g g o t-
may be maybelline.
Image courtesy-Patricia Carrol
Published 18th Apr 2012
| Edited 20th Apr 2012
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18th Apr 2012 1:54pm
Such wonderful observation and attention to physical details. Love the flow and the story. Great write :)
19th Apr 2012 00:33am
Miss Indie
Thank you as always.
It was just a dream you know.:)
One tends to observe better.
Sumeet
Thank you as always.
It was just a dream you know.:)
One tends to observe better.
Sumeet
