Archive for June, 2007

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The perfect evening.

June 30, 2007

White Skirt. Fits Perfect. Great. Red or Turquoise top?
White or black bag? Which to pick? Which to drop?
A little bit of foundation. On the neck. To hide the bite.
A dash of kohl and the eyes are smouldering just right.
New lipstick. Kept for the occasion. For this evening.
For all she knows, this is the end or the beginning.
Strap up the black shoes. Tightly up on the calf.
A practiced wink, a shy smile, a charming laugh.
A long look at the mirror. A promise of an evening.
Deep inside, like times before, she hears her soul sing.
Take the digicam. Timer set in seconds. Ummm. Five.
She strikes a pose. Vibrant. Vivacious. Alive.
Click. The picture is taken. Hmm. Nice as always.
Though could have had more light on the face.
Compose an email. Attached picture. As always, she is elaborate.
Writes “That’s what he clicked. Just before we left for the date.
He was bowled over. Totally. Could not stop gushing.
With everything he said, I could not help furiously blushing.”
Click on ‘Send’. Done. Her lovely perfect evening.
She will read their response tomorrow morning.
Slowly she caresses her feet and unties the lace.
Puts the strappy black shoes back in their place.
The skirt is hung back in the closet. No wrinkles. Right side.
The Red top in the laundry bag. The empty bag is flung aside.
The kohl and lipstick come off. She stares at her naked face.
She fingers her neck. The non-existent bite. Her only saving grace.
Back in her shorts and sleepy t-shirt, she gifts herself a sardonic smile.
A derisive shudder to herself. Falling asleep today will take a while.

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Escape

June 30, 2007

The smile that escaped from your lips spilled your secret.

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Only once.

June 30, 2007

You love only once. Anything else after that is you ‘wanting to love’.

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Password protected

June 30, 2007

Ginger earns a new nickname. “Password Protected Woman”. She smiles.

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All those …

June 30, 2007

All those he loves and those he pretends to love….

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Fading sharply

June 30, 2007

The blurred seconds fade away into sharp images of memories.

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Yet

June 30, 2007

In his surrealism lies my reality, yet to be discovered.