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
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom