Bora born
Woman in red _
Confident
so surreal
she holds the
corner more
by feel.
Feet now set
both in line
to direct
her life, pressed
in time.
Arms folded
oh so slack
elbows held
now, behind
her back.
Dressed to kill
in loose heads
an hour glass
figure, framed
in red.
Long straight plaits
satin black
the big girls
little girls'
come back.
Ivory neck
slender thin
demure looks
hide, the yes
no chin.
Patient yet
no one comes
her cobra
waist selects
which one.
As she leaves
thoughts fly by
pressed by time
in those far
east eyes.
- O -
© Oct 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
so surreal
she holds the
corner more
by feel.
Feet now set
both in line
to direct
her life, pressed
in time.
Arms folded
oh so slack
elbows held
now, behind
her back.
Dressed to kill
in loose heads
an hour glass
figure, framed
in red.
Long straight plaits
satin black
the big girls
little girls'
come back.
Ivory neck
slender thin
demure looks
hide, the yes
no chin.
Patient yet
no one comes
her cobra
waist selects
which one.
As she leaves
thoughts fly by
pressed by time
in those far
east eyes.
- O -
© Oct 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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Woman in red _
Woman in red _
