Ivory light filters softly into a musky bedroom gently laying a criss-cross pattern across the thickly carpeted floor complete with fairy footprints headed towards an ope closet reflecting off the antique vanity smothered in cut glass perfume bottles and crimson colored lipsticks one clear spot, an island in the sea of perfection harboring an empty champagne flute glowing with refracted moonlight nature's diamonds fit for the woman-child slowly stealing back into the room supersticiously stepping in her old footsteps as she weaves her delicate way back to the king size bed long hair swaying dancer's body gliding she slides one impossibly long leg along emerald satin sheets bed dipping beneath her slight weight lady evening crawls towards her boxspring warrior boyishly charming in his repose gingerly she strokes his stubbled cheek nudging a truant lock of ebony silk off his forhead with her fingertips she worships his face laying slender fingers along his nose tracing his lips, his chin finally capturing a butterfly kiss with her smooth pink mouth she held him tightly to her body for only two moments more then slowly, gracefully removed her velvet touch rolling nimbly from his bed into the shaft of cleansing moonlight graciously bowing to the pre-dawn sky she pulls a slightly crumpled letter from a pile of hastily discarded clothing pre-written complete with tear stains explaining away her one-night decision on ivory writing paper she lays it beside his head in the indention where her head should lay he stirs as the door closes below and a far off rooster crows to the light of a coming dawn
Reason for writing:
No, I'm not the woman in the poem, but my friend is. She felt badly about her decision to live it up one night after her fiance left her. I wrote her this poem to make her understand it was a beautiful moment, not just a one night thing. Believe it or not, a few weeks later, I met her boxspring warrior on the net and became friends with him. He has never forgotten her, nor she, him. I think I'll accidentally hook them up in a few months after they've both had time to heal. What do you think?
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