Friday, December 18, 2015

Praying Eyelashes

Eyelashes pray,
on the edge of fingers, lips lay.

She’s dressed in a net,
but she’s the one catching prey.

Blonde locks cover thoughts under hat,
bleached highlights - like the time she got it on at  the laundry mat.

A mood ring,
don’t turn her on
and she’ll keep it a muted scene.

Chin forward and fingers crossed.
Praying for a diamond ring em--bossed.
She’ll become Mrs. Boss with no flaws,
running her mouth at the beach - and you running away from the new JAWS.


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