Perfectly Perfect

Perfectly coiffed

lips ruby red

eyes

lined

winter blue contacts

linen crisp

all heads turn

watching

walk

confidence

how

where

is it taught

or

is she born with it?

Exuding

men

women

fall beneath her spell

gazed upon

utterly captivated

if only for a moment.

Standing 

hidden behind column

weary

eyes stained crimson

setting sun

black tar welling

sucking 

dragging her down

even as she wove a spell.

Wiping clean

staring

watery blue

her real color

pallid

yellow

her real tones

corset

hiding her flaws.

Towering tall

haunted by perfection

never doubt

the depth

of her affection.

©Feb. 7/21

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