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Red Polish

My colour

By RBPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

The first swipe of colour, the commitment to change

The careful second, to make it look effortless

The pause

The glance

The gentle blow.

The first coat for pleasure, the casual easy flex

The fluorescence of the pigment, the pop of joy

The swiftness

The chips

The whatevs.

The second coat for finish, the gloss of intention

The depth of tone, the florid wealth

The longevity

The refinement

The assuredness.

The way it punctuates my actions, the delicate spotlight

The coffee in hand, the flick of the page

The flourish

The contrast

The moment.

The lacquered feel against my beard, against his too

The same same, but different

The masc

The femme

The free.

surreal poetry

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    Written by RB