I saw you here in hell’s halls, all blue eyed and platinum fried, seismically stiletto stepping through this white collar zoo, your hips turning heads, implanting taboo. Déjà vu… At a coffee house, during a sudden storm on a midsummer’s eve, at a mosaic topped table on a heart-pine patio… Tabitha, I believe? Your step paused, you flashed back, it flushed your face and enlivened eyes, so let’s leave, we can make moves over daiquiris downtown at that place in the park the scrapers surround
hi this is a very good picture in words.... your heart answers in this your head also. lovenpeace from saff....
I like the way you set the scene, in a way indirectly, but perfectly. I like the rhymes too. Nice work.
The first stanza exudes a since of power and stealth. You can feel the magnetism. I enjoyed how it moved, for me, to a seeing her again out of the work environment... this being my favorite stanza She is flattered with your rememberance and the evening opens to you both in the heart of the city. Very well done. Good flow and pace. I love watching as people shed skins with each new environment or person. Thanks
