An open window
A white lamp -
Strains of Aaron Neville
in a middle octave stretch
to the alley below.
A figure, bent at the waist
smoothes Lycra tights
over smooth calves and thighs
over mounded intersection
over rounded abdomen.
A face, pulled tight
with masque and elastic
pinked, ageless, unknowable,
blinks into a lighted mirror.
An arm, delicate, deliberate
stretches for iced vodka,
pill bottle, sequined gown.
Zips, cinching waist
nestling small round breasts
high in strapless white lace.
In profile only the bulge
that strains at the throat
looks artificial.
A pair of shoes – four inch
stiletto pumps that pinch
just right – fitting penance
for crimes of this nature.
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