Her jaded beauty
Polished with dainty:
Cosmetics.
Resplendent glowing,
Linament spread.
Her fiddling and trivia:
Inviting attention,
In the street.
I see them,
Curious to look at.
A turn of affiliation:
As I interface.
A prick on my fingers
Awake.
And,
I find myself
Picking lemons,
On a tree.
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This is a poem I will be spending time with – it reads very soothingly and I am fascinated by word choice and placement. Most important to me, it draws me in, because it’s subject is mysterious.