dream girl
by Kitty Boots
friends come in dreams
we met in a Tudor mansion
entering through the same weathered door
walked on the same Persian rugs, knotted by tiny hands a century ago
her perfect feet glided over
rich clarets, turquoise, saffron
hair long, brown, parted in the middle, hung over her shoulders
she smelled like wood smoke and gardenias
"I saw you," she said
and I wondered if I'd done something wrong
until she showed me the outline of her tattoo
and I followed her
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Just enough and not too much. Very nice. *
Enjoyed.
Kind of magical, this piece *
i doubt she ever did many things wrong.*
I like Keith U's comment. Not at all overdone. Evocative. *
Thank you, Keith. I'm not into long and wordy, I try to capture a scene or feeling.
Thank you, Gary.
Thank you, Foster. It was magical!
Thank you, Tim. We dream girls stir up a lotta shit.
Thank you, Angela. I try to write what "grabs", and so often it's fleeting. :)
Love, love, love this!
A little delicate mystery goes a long way... :-) lovely enticement Kitty.
yes yes *
Thank you, Darryl!
Thank you, Gary!
Thank you, Amantine B, oh, I could expand on this, but I did just want to entice and say, "you figure it out" :)
Lovely, mysterious.
*****
Thank you, Dianne.
Thank you, James.
*, Kitty. You made every word count in this.
Thank you, David!