She sits at her vanity in examination of her face
Wary of any unexplainable mar
And gently rubs away cooled wax from her breast
Grateful it will not leave a scar
Still she smiles at the dash of lusty memory
Of how it came to be there
Its reason kneeling down right in front of her
Blowing kisses in her hair
Her robe barely hampers his gift to her
As she combusts within
A contrast of wind from an open window
Cooling her hot skin
He comments on her luminescence
As he makes an invisible notch
She comments on his effervescence
As she hands him his watch
She warms at the sentimental kiss he gives her
Just before, he leaves
Out on business for a day
But he’ll be back the next eve
She’s actually feeling good until
He uses her stage name
And pollutes the mood of the moment
Closing the door on the love game
She knows his affection is not
In the way he holds or even kisses her hand
Her cold-hearted illusion of love
Is in the wad of emerald bills left on the nightstand
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I WON!
Perfect Poets Award – Week 59
Thank you so much! I nominate Life Between The Lines
Raivenne-lations 
If I has a dollar for every man …. I’d be rich LOL . Ah youth!
You could call me anything as long as the wad of bills is on the nightstand.
sad, powerfully illustrated,
🙂
Like watching a movie–a really good movie! Excellent write, Raivenne! You painted the scene perfectly, and the characters came to life as I read!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/another-will-be-born/
wow! sad, but she accepts reality for what it is, another dreamer gone into the night 😦
happy rally!!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/souls-paradise/
Wow!
You have written about this ‘love’ly illusion so very well
Mesmerizing and at the same time abruptly sad.
Alcina-Breathless
Powerfully expressed.
I love the imagery in this, and the unexpected ending – you are really good at dangling your reader along and then surprising him or her with something completely unexpected and that transforms the entire poem into a completely different story from what it seemed to be. Enjoyable! Here’s my offering this week: http://caridwen.wordpress.com/2011/12/29/drafting-the-clock-strikes-inspiration/ Happy rally!
A feeling of loneliness and sadness… Scary vision!