Poetry

Embrace

Nothing.
Nothing but, latex, purpleredviolet lip-stain. A half pout, half smile sneaks beneath smoky eyes, of green, in a smoky room, also green.
Laid back in atmosphere and in-form-ally held, she breathes out, releases her mouth to a laugh at last, lashes bat (self-aware) their functionless shame, eyes don't hold contact but every other inch does all at once.

Charlotte Grainger