𝘣𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤
She sat at the bar, white powder on her face,
Red lipstick, eyeshadow, her hair dark,
Pulled back tight in a single braid at the back.
She wore a tight black dress. The bar
Was shaped like a horseshoe. On the other side
I sat staring, stealing a glance at her.
She’d never looked that vivacious, that alluring.
We’d been lovers. Right from the start
I wanted her to divorce her husband and marry me.
It began in May, abruptly in July she ended it.
We didn’t talk anymore, not even hello and goodbye.
Every so often I’d see her in her Augmented
Reality station or in her Camera Array.
That Friday night at the bar, a Venerian cocktail
In front of her, she looked stupendous.
I’d never seen her looking that good. Her face
White, dark hair pulled back in a long braid,
Dress tight and black, her eyes and lips colored
To complement her white face. She was all black
And white, astonishingly gorgeous, exotic,
Alluring, not saying a word, haunting.