Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

October 23, 2010

Roses

Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 10:44 am

She waits under strands of white lights, wrap slung off one shoulder to reveal a #PurpleWednesday brassiere strap. She holds a rose the colours of sunrise, picked from her garden..

Like recognizes like. There are arts women use, so we may play a kind of game where we know each other’s intent. We play with standing more equal than I tend to have with men. We both charm, seduce, intrigue.

We talk over chips and salsa; she forgives my just-got-off-work jeans and shirt. Her fingers brush mine, toying delicately with the tips; no clientele phased as we smile at each other. The waitress lets us linger.

A second date after six years (of play, love, pagan kinship). She’s a little bit powerful, a little bit vulnerable – the Little Prince’s proud rose sharing her history (although her thorns have scarred tigers). Cream skin, listening eyes & earrings falling aglitter against soft shirt.

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