Monday, September 23, 2019

Chameleon

She looks nothing like the chaos
she hides inside her tight dress.
She looks like a January midnight
and feels like the slow intoxication
of Tequila.

The stars come out at night

just to hear her whisper secrets.
A single moment trapped in
the moon beam of her gaze
could make a man drop
to his knees in desperation
or defeat.