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Chanel No 5
steaming in a claw-foot tub my favorite black silk vintage gown on the back of the door veiled velvet pillbox and gloves on the vanity fill me with anticipation and I can't wait can't wait to wear those shoes with the Louis 14Th heels their cloven spikes tapering up into my dainty bird ankles and I can't wait can't wait to dance away those blues the ones piled up in the corner on the closet floor with my dirty work clothes the late spring night is scented heavily with lilacs already the music of the disco is a charming the snake in me to dance though its just music in my head I've already replayed all of my favorite songs and scenarios. I think there is something like the smell of adventure because I sense it in the air and perhaps its also kinetic cuz its in my body everywhere Friday night school's finished and I'm so done with sedate ready to lurk ready to prowl prowling out with the felines up with the night owls hot damn fun gonna have some. Remembering my college days, especially after Spring quarter finals was done and we were done with the sedation of education and looking forward to an endless summer... (don't get me wrong, I liked school, but everyone has their limits!) Legal Copyright for this work/poem September 30,2013 and also for this Writer/Author Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World All Rights Reserved By this Author Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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