Saturday, August 23, 2014

Tranquility

Rum and coke, coke on the side. Tall glass!
Wearing a short grey formal dress and black heels; set off with smoky eyes, creamy violet lips - dipped in silver gloss; the just-showered, raw messy hair curling down through the neck onto the shoulders; and a bit of orchid sprinkled here & there, I walk into the pub, wallow in the crazy hour, and mark my exit, but not before I break into that 'classic' smile, and salute those peculiar gazes. Thus hushing all the noises, around me, within me.

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