Friday, December 30, 2011

legs...

She was singing
The microphone touching her red lips...
The creamy satin top made things conspicuous as the light brought the shades purposefully
On her every stop...
And the light fell on her legs in particular...
Her legs...thonged...
They were also dancing to her tune...weren't they?

Her music flew
And the legs caught all the light...
Her legs...
Asking mine to go to the dance floor and join hers...

The legs...
They talked-
actually,
While I sat there,
And she sang...

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