| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| Another Woman Amelia's spinning in circles head back, arms raised. She's a Saturday girl born early in the morning when the skies were a bright dark black mist. She's 21 years later dripping love from her pores and her hair is dark blonde, flipped short. When she stops to look wisps cover pale blue-green eyes. She's watching Ebony seated calmly still- more youthful, more slim- more oozing alternative for her enigma. Ebony looks back, long blonde hair a veil down her graceful back. Thoughts race through her mind but the words never articulate the black and purple risings deep inside of her. She glances sideways glimpsing behind black rims and glass to see Amelia's lover brush the hair across her forehead. Another lover lies in bed within the dark city nightscape, mind rewinding to retrace his last gaze upon Hannah's lips- full and pouty, parted slightly below blue water palcid eyes, long legs tangled with his like her soft blonde hair wrapped around his fingers. Hannah's fidgeting miles away with worn denim and warm sweaters over smooth skin. 21 years also gone by, her laughter is forever rolling richly into every ear around her. Her glance appears upward to the ring pierced into her brow, but it masks her tripping mind fixated upon China, a tiny pixie girl exotically woven together in her mother's womb- some sort of beauty that you long to wear around your neck. China is walking short steps on long sidewalks taking time to breath deep, and it's certain her eye catches a glimpse of another woman she wants to be. |
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