Last’s night’s mascara on this morning undereyes
Looking while straightening your polka dot tie.
Orange blossoms set upon auburn hairs,
Pearl pebbles trickle from petals parted in pairs.
Bougainvillea spills on jade cigarette cases,
Picked and watered in ivory vases
I did not think I looked gone at all;
Swimming in chlorine still refraining from Paul Malls.
Hidden banks of stardusk
the rest pass over sight
Eyed overhead until
the troughs dampen just slight
Lured by an angler’s silk
surrender from the fight
cognate frilly wing flight
But I am—I am just a little girl.
At least- for now; giving a twirl.