Smooth white perfect line; I am breathless at tender light
Swaying rhythm as my eyes glance at waving wonder
A shimmering glitter of magnificence
A barrage of sensual delight
A light shining in the distant but nearby statuesque beauty
My heart spins with the turn
A flick of a tiny wrist, a captivating power of motion
Clip and clop of pinpoint shoes pitter patter on plate glass illusion
Emeralds and diamond finger shaft of light
Warming hearts in each adorable moment
A show, an indulgence, a dream
A performance of dress
A choreograph meaningful glance at glamour
Whilst intelligence warns me of falling for the bait
The park bench is all but empty
The sky is grey
My heart is heavy
The bank of grass is messy
With life
And neglect
My choice
April 8h 2015
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2015
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